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492 Booties’ Baby; or, Mign on. {Illustrated.) . . 10 

600 Houp-La. {Illustrated.) 10 

638 In Quarters with the 25th (The Black Horse) Dragoons 10 
688 A Man of Honor; or, On March. {Illustrated.) . . 10 

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818 Pluck 10 

876 Mignon’s Secret . . . • . . . . .10 


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971 Garrison Gossip; Gathered in Blankhampton . . 20 

1032 Mignon’s Husband 20 


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MIGNON’S HUSBAND.^ 


CHAPTER L 

THE MISTRESS OF' FERRERS ^S COURT. 

By the fireside there are peace and comfort. 

Wives and children, with fair, thoughtful faces, 

Waiting, watching. 

For a well-known footstep in the passage.” 

— The Golden Milestone. 

There wa^a little room opening out of the library at 
Ferrers^s Court which was known in the household as the 
master ^s study. An untidy little den it was, but cozy and 
attractive; not in the least degree like the ordinary coun- 
try-house study of fiction, which, by the bye, is generally a 
practical refutation of the assertion “ Truth ns stranger 
than fiction. 

There were no guns scattered in careless and graceful 
profusion here and there, for Captain Ferrers — Booties, 

The author asks the readers of this story to take notice of the 
fact that in point of age Mignon has made a skip forward of five 
years during the space of twelve months. This liberty has been 
taken in order to gratify the wish of a great number of persons in 
all parts of the world that the matrimonial fate of Booties’s Baby 
may be decided. 


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MIGNOK^S HUSBAND. 


that is — kept his guns in his gun-room, after the manner 
of most masters of large country-houses. There was no 
array of hunting-tops, ranging in color from salmon-pink 
to mahogany, because Booties had a dressing-room up 
above wherein those articles reposed upon a shelf in a 
cupboard until their owner should need them. 

There were neither fishing-rods nor tennis-rackets in 
that little den of Booties’s, because he kept neither the one 
nor the other under his own eye; but there were one or 
two newspapers lying about, and a number of the 
“ Field, which had found their way thither from the 
well-supplied table in the large hall. There was a mighty 
jar of tobacco, a box of matches, and a large rack over the 
chimney-shelf containing all sorts and conditions of pipes. 
Otherwise, except for the smell of tobacco which hung 
about, the room did not give much the idea of a study at 
all; rather, indeed, might it have been taken for a nursery, 
for over the shabby, commodious chairs and sofa were 
scattered a grand array of toys of all kinds, and in all 
states of preservation or dilapidation. 

Upon thb corner of the table, in imminent danger of 
falling, stood a wonderful performing rabbit; a thing 
made of white fur, with a red ribbon and a bell about its 
neck, which moved in a mysterious way on wheels, and 
jerked its forepaws up and down at regular intervals. 

Upon an old oak chest under the window reposed a 
miniature piano, which played two octaves of white notes 
without any black ones upon an arrangement of glasses in- 
side the instrument; and a goodly bundle of sticks and one 
umbrella, which usually stood in a narrow recess near the 


migiton's husba^td. 


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door, had been turned out to make a kennel for a large 
black fur dog, with a bronze nose very much too small for 
him, above which gleamed out a pair of fierce red eyes 
such as would better have suited the counterfeit present- 
ment of a game-cock. 

There was a headless doll tenderly put to bed in the 
folds of a faded sofa blanket, and a live puppy patiently 
gnawing at an India-rubber Jumbo. A huge Angora cat, 
brindled as a bull-dog, was lying fast asleep coiled up in 
an arm-chair, and a saucy young kitten of the tabby order 
was squatting on the arm above, playing peep-bo with the 
velvet-like ears and dignified ruff of her foreign cousin. 

On the other side of the hearth, with her chair drawn 
well up to the fire, her feet on the fender, and a number 
of the “ Queen in her hand, sat the mistress of the 
house, Mrs. Ferrers, awaiting the coming of her lord and 
master. 

She had been a beautiful girl when, she had first come 
as a visitor to Ferrers’s Court, but she was a thousand 
times more beautiful and lovely now, at three-and- thirty, 
than she had been then. She was larger in person now, 
and more dignified in bearing; her fair face was more 
round and less anxious in expression, the wistful look had 
vanished out of the soft blue-gray eyes, and the once grave 
lips seemed to be made only for smiles. 

And naturally the changed circumstances of her life had 
also made a great difference to her general air; her gown 
was of velvet, and fitted like a good glove; her fair hair 
was dressed by a French maid skilled in every art of mak- 
ing good look better, and better best; diamonds shone at 


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her ears, diamonds glittered at her throat, and the great 
half- hoop which Booties had given her at their betrothal 
blazed upon her left hand. Well might there be a differ- 
ence in her since the first time she had come to Ferrers^s 
Court, with never a thought in her mind that she would 
one day be its mistress! Then she had been as a diamond 
badly set in pinchbeck gold; now, like the half -hoop upon 
her wedding-finger, she was set in good gold and points. 

She glanced here and there over her paper, and won- 
dered not a little impatiently when her husband was com- 
ing. There was a little traveling-clock on the mantel- 
shelf which pointed hard on the hour of six. Surely he 
was a long time coming, she thought, as she turned the 
“ Queen over again. 

H^m! The advertisements were all pretty much the 
same as usual, and Mrs. Ferrers^s soft eyes wandered with 
some disgust over sketches of bald patches and simulated 
busts, until at last she put the paper down and stirred the 
fire into a brighter blaze. And then, just as the tiny 
chime rang out from the ledge above, there was a sound of 
spurred heels crossing the fioor of the library, and he 
came. 

“ Halloo, my darling, you here alone he cried; then, 
as she rose, caught her to him and kissed her, as if they 
had been married but yesterday. “ And what have you 
been doing all day?’^ 

“Fve been out and about,^^ she answered, “and the 
children have been here for an hour with me.^^ 

“ Yes?^' Booties’s tone implied that she might so go 
on; and in truth he was never tired of hearing about his 


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children at any time, or, for the matter of that, at any 
season. 

“ Madge informed me that it was her ‘ burfday,^ and 
that she is two. And then I asked her how old ‘ two ^ 
was, to which she promptly said, ‘ Burfday;^ so she must 
have got rather mixed, poor little soul. 

Yes, I suppose so, little angel! By the bye,^^ looking 
round, “ are they coming down again, or are they shut up 
for the night?’" 

“ Well, I promised them half an hour if you were not 
very late. But, Algy, I wanted to ask you about some- 
thing before the post goes off to-night. Don’t you think, 
as Mignon is coming home as a finished young lady now, 
that we ought to bring her out at once? You see, with 
Major Lucy and so many of the others here, and so many 
people coming and going, it will be almost the same as 
being ‘ out. ’ And every one has always taken so much 
notice of her that it will be rather hard to treat her as a 
child still, and leave her at home when we are going off to 
balls and so on. What do you think, dearest?” 

It was not often that Mrs. Ferrers made such a long 
speech, for she was anything but a voluble woman. 
Booties, who had dropped into a big chair beside hers, and 
was holding one of her hands, looked at her with admiring 
eyes. 

“ What a clear mind you have, child!” he said, in his 
fondest tones. “ And how you seem to grasp a situation 
all round at once! Now 1 never gave a thought to whether 
the child was ‘ out ’ or not; but, by Jove! after the awful 
picture you’ve drawn of her staying at home in desolate- 


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ness while we go jigging off to balls, it seems to me that 
the quicker she is ‘ out " the better. "Pon my word, it 
makes me feel quite sad to think how she would feeL” 

“ She is very young, of course,^ ^ Mrs. Ferrers went on, 
more as if she was following the thread of her own 
thoughts than attending to his teasing answer. “And 
you know, Algy, I should like to keep her young, if I 
could. It is such a happy time before one knows the 
world, and — with a sharp shudder at the remembrance 
of all that she had suffered by knowing the world too soon 
— “ and — and — ^yet, she will be safe with you and me, 
won^t she, Algy? It is not like me, who was alone — alto- 
gether alone. 

Booties jerked his big chair close up to hers and slipped 
a scarlet arm about her waist. “ DonH think of it, my 
darling, he said, laying his cheek against hers with an in- 
finite tenderness that was far more touching than a more 
passionate caress; “ that^s all over and done with now, 
and I shall stand between you and harm as long as I am 
alive. As for the child, he went on, after a pause, “ she 
has always known the world more or less, even from her 
cradle up. All the same, she hadn^t a cradle in my day — 
what had she in yours? There, darling, donT look so. I 
didnT mean to hurt you, or even to remind you of — of — 
anything unpleasant — and then he broke off short and 
kissed her again, for he knew that she never could endure 
the mention of her first husband, Mignon’s father. 

“ So, to continue,^' he went on presently, “ the child is 
to be presented formally to a world which knows her 
pretty nearly as well as it knows me; is to be allowed to sit 


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up till three in the morning and go to Court next season. 
And I suppose I am to sit down at once and write a thun- 
dering big check immediately, eh?^^ 

No, I don^t think 111 trouble you to do that to-night, 
dear,^^ returned his wife, smiling, but I think we ought 
to give some little entertainment ourselves — a dance, or 
something of that kind, donl you know?^^ 

Booties burst out laughing. “ Why, little woman, what 
a lot of beating about the bush for a small matter!’^ he 
exclaimed. “ Why in the world couldnl you say, ‘ Mignon 
is coming out this winter, and we must give a ball in 
honor of the event?' Why couldnl you say that, I should 
like to knowr'^ 

Mrs. Ferrers laughed without replying further, except 
by saying, softly, “ Thank you so much, dear; I should 
like to give a ball next month. 

A good many people who knew Mrs. Ferrers said that 
her way of managing that dear Booties was really ad- 
mirable; and one Lucy, major of the Scarlet Lancers, was 
often in the habit of declaring that Mrs. Booties was out 
and out the cleverest woman he had ever known. As for 
Booties, there was no doubt whatever that (although he 
was one of the most lavishly generous and least dictatorial 
men in all the world, never troubling himself to meddle 
with any domestic matters) he liked being managed in 
that particular way; but then most men do whose wives 
try it. 

Before either had time to speak again the door burst 
open, and the children of the house appeared — “ blue-eyed 
banditti,^" all of them, with their father^s buoyant high 


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spirits and debonair grace of manner, brilliantly fair of 
complexion, and with the golden curls which are the tradi- 
tional inheritance of English childhood. They were five 
in number: Pearl, nearly ten years old, and Maud, nearly 
eight — tall, well-made, bright girls in sailor frocks, with 
their long legs in well-girt-up black stockings — then Ber- 
tie, the heir, just six, and Cecil, four and a half, counter- 
parts of the girls, without much difference in their general 
appearance, except that they had trousers instead of kilts. 
Last of all, Madge, the baby, aged two and a day, or, as 
Mrs. Humpty-Dumpty, still in charge of the nursery de- 
partment, had said that morning, “ Going on for three 
now.^^ And Baby Madge was the only one of all that 
brilliant band who had the least trace of their beautiful 
mother’s softness of feature and mild tenderness of expres- 
sion; she, too, was the only one who shared with Mignon 
their mother’s ineffable gentleness of disposition. 

The four elder Ferrers children were so different — all 
bright, noisy, boisterous young Turks, full of dash and go; 
good and kind of heart when you could put aside their 
sense of the ridiculous, or their insatiable desire for fun of 
every sort and kind; in fact, they were Booties over 
again. 

But Baby Madge was a young person of another order — 
a soft, wee, roundabout, velvet-kitten of a child; appre- 
ciative of fun without being boisterous; quiet, without be- 
ing shy; plucky, without being a romp; and, what put 
her a shade nearer to her father’s heart than her brothers 
and sisters had ever crept, full to overfiowing with sensi- 
tive tenderness. Like her mother and like Mignon, her 


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little heart, ay, and her little body too, seemed at times to 
hQ flooded with bursts of love for those around her. 

‘‘ She is the lovingest babe 1 ever held in my arms,^' 
said Mrs. Humpty-Dumpty, before a year had passed over 
Baby Madge ^s head; ‘‘and she’ll be Miss Mignon over 
again, see if she isn’t!” — which had proved true enough. 

Booties turned his head as his youngsters came noisily in 
at the door, and they, catching sight of the splashed figure 
in the big chair, uttered a yell of joy and — went for him! 


CHAPTEB 11. 

BOOTLES’S CHILDKEN. 

Oh, little hands! that, weak or strong, 

Have still to serve or rule so long. 

Have so long to give or ask; 

I who so much with hook and pen 
Have toiled among my fellow-men 
Am weary, thinking of your task. 

WeariTwss. 

Fekeers’s Coukt was full, with the exception of one 
room — as full as it would hold. The one room was Mign- 
on’s — Miss Ferrers, as she was called now. She had never 
been called by her own name of Mary Gilchrist, but always 
by that which she had borne in the days when she was a 
child of uncertainty-— Booties’s baby. For one thing, it 
had been a great blow to Booties to find that she was 
Gavor Gilchrist’s child, and not willingly would he have 
called her by the name which always reminded him of the 


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fact; and for another and perhaps even more forcible rea- 
son, his world had grown accustomed to think and speak 
of her first as Ferrers ^s Mignon, and then as Mignon 
Ferrers. Perhaps if Booties had made a great effort, that 
world would in time have learned to call her Mary Gil- 
christ; but as Booties not only made no such effort, but 
himself continued to call her Mignon, his world did as it 
had done aforetime, and called her Mignon Ferrers. 

By the bye, if any one had wanted to offend the child 
herself, he need only have addressed her by one or both of 
her legal names, when he would have succeeded beyond 
even his wildest expectations. 

And now, after being a year in Paris, Mignon was com- 
ing home, no longer Bootles^s baby, but a finished young 
lady about to be introduced into that wicked world which, 
as Booties was careful to explain, she had known from her 
cradle up. 

At the Court all was fuss and excitement. The servants, 
who worshiped her, had each and all some trifling seiwice 
to do for her by which they could show their joy at her re- 
turn from what they all regarded as a year of cruel exile. 
The children were wild with expectation and delight at the 
prospect of having her among them again, and there was 
so much that they had to do for her that for a whole week 
before the day of her return they did the self-same things 
over and over again, so that there might be nothing want- 
ing when she came. First, then, was the old stable cat 
which poor young Houp-La had left as a precious dying 
gift to little missie. She was a very old cat now, but 
sleek and handsome still in spite of her years. She had 


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always kept to the stable, having been brought up that 
way, and lived in a loose box with a pony which Major 
Lucy had given to Mignon five years before. 

The pony was still Mignon^s, though Pearl had ridden 
him these three years, and Pearl s chief anxiety was that 
‘‘Jock^^ should appear before his mistress with what 
might be called “ a shining morning face.^^ Consequent- 
ly, for several days the life of the young groom who had 
that pony under his charge was made a complete burden 
to him, or, to be quite correct, it would have been so had 
the grand result which Miss Pearl desired not been for the 
pleasure of Miss Mignon; for, let me tell you, that while 
in the house Mignon had come to be known as Miss 
Ferrers,^ ^ the stable still kept obstinately to their old form 
of address, and persisted in calling her Miss Mignon. 

Then there was a great fuss with the St. Bernard, also a 
gift of Major Lucy^s to Mignon. He, like poor httle 
Houp-La^s cat, was not so young as he had been once; in 
fact he was nearly fourteen years old — a good age for a 
dog — and did not care to go roaming about the gai-dens 
and shrubberies of the Court as he had been used to do, 
but spent most of his time basking before the great wood 
fire in the hall, thinking not of the snow-topped mount- 
ains of Switzerland — for he had been born in Blankhamp- 
ton Barracks, and therefore had never seen the countiy 
which was his parents^ native land— but thinking of— 
well, it would be hard to say, perhaps of his absent mis- 
tress. Hugo was Maud's especial care, and she was at her 
wit's end to know how to do anything to give the old fel- 
low a festive air in honor of Mignon' s return. 


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husband. 


But at last she hit upon a plan by which the old dog^s 
appearance might, she thought, be improved. How if he 
were washed.^ 

So Miss Maud went mysteriously off to the stables and 
had a consultation with Terry — now, as he had been in 
Captain Ferrers’s service days, a great person in that de- 
partment. 

“ I want Terry,^^ she said to the first lad whom she saw 
in the yard. 

“ Yes, miss. Mr. Terry^s in the saddle-room, miss,^^ the 
lad answered, with a grin and a touch of his forelock. 

So Miss Maud pursued her favorite Terry into the sacred 
recesses of the saddle-room, where, if the truth be told, he 
was composing a letter to his sweetheart; for Terry still 
kept on the old game, and “ kept company ” with any 
smart young woman who took his fancy, though he seemed 
as far off getting married as ever. 

But Maud was his favorite of all the young Ferrerses, 
and went boldly in without any fear of finding herself 
snubbed when she got there. “ Terry, a;re you there 
she demanded, as she pushed the door open. 

Terry got up from his desk. “ Yes, Miss Maud, he 
answered. “ What can I do for you?^^ 

“ Well, now, look here, Terry,^^ she began, in her most 
coaxing and confidential tones; then, as she caught sight 
of the letter on the pad of blotting-paper, broke off short 
— “ Is that a letter, Terry?^^ 

“ Yes, miss, it is,’^ answered Terry, rather sheepishly. 

“ H^m — who is it to?” was the unexpected demand. 

Now Terry was possessed of the true soldier^s respect for 


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17 


rank, which was one and indeed the chief reason that 
Booties allowed his little daughters to go freely about the 
stables, as Mignon had done before them, and he blushed 
under the calm and searching gaze of the child’s steady 
blue eyes as if he had been caught doing something 
wrong. 

“ It’s — it’s — to a friend of mine,” he stammered at 
last. 

Maud looked very much interested. ‘‘ And what’s his 
name, Terry?” she inquired. 

“ It — it — it isn’t a him,” blurted out Terry at last, 
turning from a quite commonplace blush to a vivid guilty 
scarlet. 

“ Why, Terry, how red your face is!” observed Miss 
Maud. You’ve been sitting too near the fire. Don’t 
you know that’s very bad for you? You might go blind.” 

Thankful in the extreme for this change in the conver- 
sation, Terry sidled away from the desk and began stirring 
up the already blazing fire into a still more fierce blaze. 
‘‘I shouldn’t like that, miss,” he said, referring to her 
solemn warning. 

‘‘ Humphie says,” Maud went on, happily forgetting 
the letter altogether, ‘‘ that a woman once did go blind 
just from sitting blinking over a book in the fire-light with- 
out having the gas lighted.” 

‘‘ Humphie knows some queer tales,” said Terry, 
satirically; “ but it’s bad to roast your eyes out at the 
fire, miss, and she’s right enough there. But what can I 
do for you this morning, missie?” 

“ Well, Terry,” said the child, thus recalled to a re- 


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membrance of her errand, “you know that Mignon is 
coming home on Wednesday.^' 

“Miss Mignon is coming home on Wednesday,^ ^ re- 
peated Terry. “ Yes, missie, I know that.^^ 

“ And old Hugo, somehow, has got to look dreadfully 
ragged and grisly, donH you think?^^ 

“ Yes, the old dog^s getting a good age now, you know, 
missie. 

“ But if he were cleaned up, don^t you think he’d look 
better, hey, Terry? Couldn’t you set some of the boys to 
give him a good washing?” 

Terry looked more than doubtful. “ I could, of course, 
missie,” he answered; “ but the weather is hard just now, 
and the old fellow suffers a good bit from rheumatics as it 
is. And if we go giving him cold, we shall have him 
a-howling all over the place like a mad thing. I doubt it 
wouldn’t do to go washing of him this weather, missie.” 

Maud’s bright face fell visibly. “ Oh, Terry, he is so 
dirty!” she cried. “ Can’t you do thing with him?” 

“ If you can coax him out into the yard, two of the lads 
might put a muzzle on him and give him a good grooming 
down,” Terry suggested. “ We could do that for you, 
missie.” 

“ He would look better for it, wouldn’t he?” 

“ Well, he wouldn’t look any worse,” was Terry’s con- 
soling reply. 

Eventually they decided that it should be done, and it 
became old Hugo’s fate to be dragged out every morning 
to undergo an hour of torture at the hands of a couple of 
stable-boys, who, under Terry’s vigilant eye, did not at- 


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tempt to shirk the task of improving his personal appe.*r- 
ance, to the intense satisfaction of his young guardian, if 
not to his own sense of ease and comfort. 

And at last the d.ay of Mignon^s return came, a clear, 
bright, winter day, with snow lying some inches deep upon 
the ground, and ice almost fit for skating, covering the 
lake. 

‘‘ They will be here to-day,^ ^ were the first words each 
of the children uttered to their mother. 

“ Yes, they will be here to-day," returned Mrs. Ferrers, 
who, having been parted a whole year from Mignon and a 
whole week from Booties, was almost as excited as they 
were. 

“ Mother, we may go with you to the station asked 
Pearl. 

‘‘ For you are going to the station?’^ inquired Maud. 

“ I want to go,'^ put in young Cecil, in a shrill pipe. 

“ I am going/’ asserted Bertie, in a lordly tone. 

“ My dears, you can not any of you go with me,^^ Mrs. 
Ferrers replied, decidedly. “ I must go in the open car- 
riage myself, and Major Lucy is going with me. " 

Four blank faces turned toward her instantly. 

“ But, mother — " began Maud. 

“ I promised — ” burst out Pearl. 

“ I shall go on the box,'^ declared Bertie, calmly. 

“ You will do nothing of the sort,^'’ returned his moth- 
er, as sharply as it was in her to speak to any one. “ If 
you had listened for a moment you would have heard what 
I was going to say you might do.^^ 

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didn^t mGan to b© ctoss, mother, said Pearl, with a cer- 
tain air of dignity. 

“ Did we sound cross?^^ asked Maud, blankly. 

“I was cross,"’ cried Bertie; “ but I love you, mother 
dear, and we do want to go so very badly, you can’t think.” 

“ Oh, yes. I can think very well; and you shall go to 
meet Mignon, though not with me. You can go with 
fraulein in the break, and can bring back the luggage. 
There, will that* satisfy you?” 

“ Oh, mother, it will be lovely!” cried Pearl; and the 
others echoed, “ Lovely— lovely— lovely!” • 


CHAPTEE III. 

MIGNON. 

Blue were her eyes as the fairy flax, 

Her cheeks like the dawn of day, 

And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds 
That open in the month of May. 

The Wreck of the Hesperus. 

There was quite a crowd at the little country station 
waiting for the train which was to bring Mignon home. 

It was the same little station where Booties had parted 
almost in silence, and in pain and misery too great for 
words, from Mignon’s mother, never daring to dream that 
one day she would wait upon its little graveled platform 
for her husband — for him! It was all very* much the same 
as it had been then, that is, so far as the station was con- 
cerned. With her, thank Heaven, life had come to be ut- 


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terly different to what life had been for her in those by- 
gone, painful days. There was a snug and bright little 
office wherein the few passengers were invited to wait if the 
day happened to be cold, for Eccles Station did not boast 
itself in the glory of a waiting-room. And there beside the 
fire, with Baby Madge upon her knee, sat Mrs. Ferrers, 
her sweet and lovely face shining out fair and placid 
against the masses of velvet and rich furs in which she was 
wrapped; and to say the least, Mrs. Ferrers was anxious! 
True, well might she be that; for the four young Ferrerses 
were here, there, and everywhere, and it is no exaggeration 
to say that she would not have been surprised at any mo- 
ment if the mangled remains of one or all of them had been 
brought in and laid upon 'the floor at her feet. 

In vain, when one or other of them bounced in with a 
— ‘‘ Mother, the train^s awfully late — thatarm- thing hasn^t 
gone down yet — did she urge that they must all be very 
cold, and that they had better come and sit down by the 
fire. 

“Dearest mother,^ ^ said Pearl, “we are as warm as 
toast — in fact we are all hot, Bertie wanted to take his 
coat off, only friiulein wouldnT let him. And Major Lucy 
is going with us to see Mr. Callum^s puppies — six of them, 
only a week old. Mr. Galium says we can have one if we 
like — I suppose we canr’^ 

“ Oh, yes; but you are sure. Pearl, that you’re not 
cold?” answered Mrs. Ferrers, shivering in her furs, and 
in spite of the roaring fire made in her honor. 

“ AVe are lolling, mother,” returned Pearl, with em- 
phasis, then went off again. 


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“ I wonder if Major Lucy and fraulein will be able to 
keep them out of harm^s way/^ she said^ anxiously, to the 
station-master, who came in just then. 

“ Why, yes, mem,^^ he replied — Mr. Callum, by the bye, 
was a Scotchman — “ the young leddies have gone round to 
the back to see the wee puppies. I made a suggaastion to 
them that the wee bit things were at the hoose, for I thocht 
theyM be out of danger there. 

“Oh! that is all right, cried Mrs. Ferrers, in great re- 
lief. “ Thank you so much, Mr. Callum. I get nervous 
about a railway, for children are so active and so daring, 
one never knows one minute what they will do the 
next.^' 

“ The train is running in, mem,^^ said the station-mas- 
ter, after a glance out of the window. 

And sure enough, a moment later the train glided along- 
side the platform, and Mrs. Ferrers, with Baby Madge 
still in her arms, sprung to her feet and ran out of the 
office. 

At the same moment the four youngsters came tearing 
round the corner from the station-master^s pretty ivy- 
wreathed house, and made a rush for the new-comers. 

In their extravagant and demonstrative joy they would 
almost have torn Mignon to pieces, only they happened to 
come across their father first, so that he fell the first vic- 
tim to their soft embraces. This gave Mrs. Ferrers a 
chance of speaking to the heroine of the day, of hugging 
her warmly to her breast, of gazing at her with fond and 
adoring eyes. 

“ She has grown quite a woman. Major Lucy,” she cried 


MIGKON'S HUSBAKD. 


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holding her a little away from her that she might see her 
better. 

Almost — said Lucy. He had been on the point of 
saying, “ Almost old enough to be married/^ but some- 
how the old joke died upon his lips before it was uttered, 
perhaps because of a certain shyness — which was utterly 
new to all of them — in the frank blue eyes, and a sudden 
deepening of the soft bloom upon her cheeks. 

But it was not until they had reached the Court, and 
IVIignon had been upstairs and changed her traveling-dress 
for a loose tea-gown arrangement of soft, yellowish silk, 
and of a very Frenchified appearance, that Lucy was left 
for a moment with her alone. 

He was waiting for the appearance of the ladies in the 
great hall, where afternoon tea was always served ; the 
pretty red and gold tray, with its handsome Queen Anne 
silver and old Crown Derby china, was all set ready, the 
silver kettle was hissing and spluttering — well, yes, of 
course, I mean that the water inside it was doing so — and 
a servant had, an instant before, brought in a couple of 
covered plates. Then Mignon came in in her softly trail- 
ing garments and crossed the large hall to the hearth be- 
side him. If the truth be told, it gave Lucy quite a start 
to see how completely every trace of the child had gone. 

“ My old friend is quite grown up a young lady,"^ he 
said, with a half-regretful air, as she spread out her pretty 
dimpled hands to the warmth of the fire. 

Mignon nodded, and with the nod the child Mignon 
seemed to come back again. 

Yes, I think I am quite grownup now, Lal,^^ she said. 


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smiling; “ but I don^t know that I^m any worse for that. 
What do you think 

He captured the hand nearest to him and looked at it; 
it was a pretty little hand, slender and yet not thin, pink- 
palmed and soft as satin. 

Yes, it is quite a grown-up hand,^^ he answered; and 
then some of the others came in, and they were no longer 
alone. 

But although Mignon was quite a grown up young lady 
now, the first little air of strangeness soon wore off, and 
before the tea-tray was sent away Lucy felt as if the child 
Mignon, who had always loved Booties and himself so 
tenderly, had come back again, notwithstanding the fact 
that her pretty, fair head was as high as his chin now, and 
that the pretty feet and anfies which he had been used to 
see were now hidden away behind yards and yards of soft, 
yellowish silken stuff, which might be very, very fashion- 
able, even artistic, but which got under his feet, and would 
probably have made him swear if he had not been blessed 
with the temper of an angel. 

I have said that the Court was full of visitors; conse- 
quently, a fairly large party had turned up for that meal 
which is generally considered to be loved of the fair sex 
only, and which in the day^s doings takes very much the 
place that the extra dances do in a ball programme. 
Nearly all the ladies were there and six or seven men— 
among them, besides Booties and Lucy, a tall, dark-haired 
lad of one-and-twenty, who^. had [been in the Scarlet Lan- 
cers a year and a half, but had never, though he had 
heard a good deal about her, seen Mignon before. 


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“ Darkey/' said Booties — suddenly addressing him, and 
using the pleasant, familiar name by which he went among 
the officers of his regiment in preference to his own more 
distinguished one of St. John Stanley — “ give us a song; 
there's a good chap." 

Thus bidden, young Jack Stanley moved to the other 
side of the large hall, where a little piano in a neat black 
and gold case stood in a recess, and sat himself down upon 
the old oak bench which did duty for a music-stool. 

He struck a few strong chords and dashed at once into 
his latest song. It was a good song, of a comic order, and 
his hearers all joined in the chorus excepting Mignon, who 
for a year past had been out of the way of joys of this 
kind, and did not recover her old self sufficiently to join in 
with the other voices until two verses had been sung. 

‘‘Johnnie, will you wait for awhile? 

Johnnie, will you wait for awhile? • 

Come along, John, 

With your big boots on, 

Or — 

Johnnie, will you wait for awhile? 

Mignon, who had been standing near the fire when 
Darkey Stanley began to sing, crept nearer and nearer to 
his side of the hall, finally halting about a couple of yards 
behind him, listening intently. 

A pretty picture she made as she stood, tall and slender 
as a young lily or a bonny daffodil, her soft, yellow dra- 
peries lying on the dark carpet, and her pretty golden head 
moving to and fro in harmony with the song which told 
the tale of Johnnie's misfortunes. 


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“ Something like a song, that/^ murmured Lucy in her 
ear as the last stirring chorus ceased. Lucy was not mus- 
ical, and said sometimes that songs of this description had 
the advantage of never going beyond his powers of com- 
prehension. 

“ Yes, isn^t it good?^^ Mignon answered. “ Fve been 
singing songs of a different kind lately, Lai. I wonder if 
you would like them? 1^11 try one of these fine days. But 
tell me, who is he?^^ nodding her head toward Stanley, 
who was preparing to go on with another song, which he 
gave with a good, steady, hearty uniformity of volume 
from beginning to end. 

“ St. John Stanley, of the Scarlet Lancers; the fellows 
generally call him ‘ Darkey ' — he^s got such a top-knot, 
don^t you know?^^ 

“It is a top-knot, returned Mignon, with a laugh, 
glancing at the thick crop of curly dark hair on the crown 
of young Stanley's head; “but a very nice top-knot, Lai, 
don't you think?" 

“Oh, awfully nice!" returned Lucy, in so unsympa- 
thetic a tone that Mignon 's big eyes opened wide, and she 
wondered if he wasn't quite well, or perhaps what she had 
heard a man say to another on the platform of the Lon- 
don station that morning, “ a bit chippy." 

“ I say, Lai," she asked, suddenly, “ what is it to feel 
‘ a bit chippy '?" 

Lucy burst out laughing. “ Good heavens, child! where 
did you pick that up?" he demanded. “Oh! on the -plat- 
form at Victoria. Well, it means seedy; you'd better not 


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go telling any one you feel ‘ a bit chippy ^ — they mightn^t 
understand it. " 

“ I didnH know. Only Pd never heard Booties or you 
say it, and I wanted to know,^^ Mignon said, smiling up at 
him. “ I thought it might mean out of sorts in your tem- 
per; but of course if it^s your body it wouldn^t be applica- 
ble.^ 

Lucy took the hint instantly. “ Mignon, my sweet- 
heart,^^ he murmured, his voice going back into the in- 
finite tenderness of her child days, “ was my temper out of 
sorts? Did it sound so? What a bwrute l am!— and on your 
wewry first day at home too. 

“ Never mind, Lai dear; perhaps you didn^t mean it/’ 
said Mignon, with a burst of magnanimity such as made 
Lucy feel that the elegant young lady in the gorgeous tea- 
gown had altogether gone, and that the loving, brave- 
hearted, and big-souled child Mignon had come to him 
again. 

‘‘I never want to say or look anything that will hurt 
you, my sweetheart, he returned, in his softest voice and 
with his gentlest air. 

So it was bridged over — the first little rift within the 
hitherto perfect lute of their friendship; and Mignon went 
off with her mother to make some additions to her toilet, 
as happy and gay as she had ever been in her life. 

Ay, but the little rift was still there! 

She dropped her pretty lace-bordered handkerchief as she 
crossed the hall; and young Stanley ran after her to restore 
it. ■ She took it with a smile and a radiant glance, and so 
they stood for an instant, the blue eyes looking up under 


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their long fringes straight into the bold brown ones, which 
were full to the brim and running over with unutterable 
adoration. 

It was a pretty picture, and more than one person in 
the hall thought so. The tall and slender girl in the dainty 
Old-world costume — as unlike the two smart sisters in 
their well-built Eedfern gowns, thick-soled boots, and^ hard 
felt hats, who had just come in from a country tramp, as 
well could be — and the big stalwart young fellow in the 
first flush and glory of his manhood; but one Cecil Lucy, 
Major of the Scarlet Lancers, turned away from it with 
disgust in his eyes and an ugly word upon his lips. 

“ That cursed French school has made a finished 
coquette of her,^^ he said in his heart, and gave a great 
sigh for the sweet, fresh, fearless simplicity of the days 
that were no more. 

All the same, he was wrong! Coquetry was the very 
last thing which had been taught Mignon at her French 
school. He forgot that though she was still a child to him 
and some others, to herself and to the world, particularly 
that portion of it which had its dwelling-place within the 
bosom of St. John Stanley, she was a fascinating young 
lady in the first bloom and blush of her beauty. 

“ She is a woman now, with the heart and hopes of a woman.” 

Ay, but Lucy had forgotten that, and so he turned his 
back upon the pretty picture, and called her a coquette be- 
cause Dame Nature had made her fair. 

So like us that! Women can be more just. 

A child, indeed! If at that moment he could have 


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looked into young St. John Stanley's heart, he would have 
found there a state of feelings such as would have justified 
an adaptation from lines written by the immortal bard 
three hundred years ago: 

“ She is a woman, therefore may be woo’d; 

She is a woman, therefore may be won; 

She is Mignon, therefore must be loved!” 


CHAPTER IV. 

MIGNON^S SWEETHEART. 

Loving she is, and tractable, though wild; 

And innocence hath privilege in her 
To dignify arch looks and laughing eyes. 

Wordsworth. 

It is the little rift within the lover’s lute 
That, by and by, will make the music mute. 

And, ever widening, slowly silence all. 

The little rift within the lover’s lute. 

Or pitted speck in garner’d fruit. 

That, rolling inward, slowly molders all. 

Tennyson. 

It was with a pang that Lucy saw, when he came down 
into the hall half an hour later, that the pretty picture of 
coquetry had ripened into a still prettier one of warm 
friendship; for Mignon and young Stanley were sitting very 
close together at the great table of carved black oak which 
occupied the center of that princely apartment, and was 
littered with the newspapers of the day. He could not at 


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first see what they were doing, but their heads seemed 
very near to each other, far nearer than the length of 
their acquaintance warranted, and they had the lamp 
drawn as close to them as could be. 

“Take care!” he heard Mignon say, in a suppressed 
tone; then she drew up her breath in a sharp, hissing 
sound: “Ah! but that did hurt.” 

“ Let me try again. Miss Ferrers,^ ^ pleaded the lad, in 
evident distress. 

But Mignon shook her head. “ No, thanks; you^re 
rather a bad hand at taking splinters out.^^ (She had 
been on the point of saying, “ You^re an awful duffer at 
taking splinters out,^^ but nipped the words off the end of 
her tongue just in time.) “ ITl wait till Major Lucy 
comes down. ” 

“ I wish youM — began the boy. 

“ But I wonT,” retorted Mignon, quickly. “ Let us 
look at ‘ Punch. ^ ” 

He stretched out a hand and got the “ Punch ^ ^ from 
the other side of the table, and they settled down to enjoy 
it. Lucy noticed that the curly brown head still kept a 
great deal nearer to the golden one than was necessary; nor 
did the golden one seem in any way anxious to increase the 
distance between them. In short, Mignon had not been 
brought up to be a prude, and had been the cherished friend 
of too many a gallant soldier from her cradle up to be 
afraid of one now. Perhaps, in that respect, Lucy would 
have preferred that she should be “ quite grown up a young 
lady.^^ 

After a moment or so he dropped the heavy velvet 


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portiere behind him and went across the hall to the fire- 
place. Mignon j umped up as soon as she perceived him. 

‘‘Oh, Lai! Fve run a great ugly splinter into my 
hand,” she cried, dolefully. “ Mr. Stanley has been try- 
ing to get it out, and — ugh! nearly hacked my finger to 
bits.^^ 

■“ Miss Ferrers!” burst out Stanley, with a fine show of 
indignation. 

“ I told him IM wait till you came,^^ she went on, ad- 
dressing Lucy. “ Don^t hurt me,” she added, impera- 
tively. 

“ Did 1 ever hurt you?^^ demanded Lucy. 

“ No, but he did,” nodding with a laugh at Stanley; then 
sung with a quick adaptation of his song, 

“ * The old splinter sat as on a stile, 

Saying, “ Come along, Johnnie, will you hook me now? 

Or — Johnnie, will you wait for awhile?” ’ 

And Johnnie waited,” she ended, mischievotisly. 

“What! — is it out? What joy! You^re certainly A1 
at taking splinters out of one^s fingers. ” 

“ The major has had more practice at that sort of thing 
than I,” put in Stanley, who was a little nettled at his 
failure, and more than nettled to think that the major 
should succeed without an elffort where he had ignomini- 
ously failed after half a dozen attempts. 

“ Ah, I dare say,” rejoined Mignon, who heard nothing 
at all caustic in the words; “ he has taken dozens of splin- 
ters out of my hands, in fact, I may say hundreds. ” 

By that time the different guests began to appear, the 


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two girls with the thick-soled boots and Eedfern gowns 
among tliem. The little group of three broke up then and 
the two girls appropriated Mignon unto themselves.- 

‘‘Are they wearing these things in Paris, Mignon 
they demanded, or rather one of them did. 

Mignon laughed. “ I believe so; it came in my outfit/^ 
she answered. 

“ It^s awfully pretty, remarked the other one, crit- 
ically, “ and would be useful too, donT you think, Sophy?’ ^ 

“ I don’t know, Jane. We should feel queer in them 
after our Redfern frocks, don’t you think?” 

“ Oh, I, too, am getting rigged out by Redfern,” put in 
Mignon, hastily — “ only you can’t ^ear him in the even- 
ing.” 

“ Oh, yes, you can. These are Redfern gowns,” said 
Sophy, with a superior simper a-down herself. 

“ But a tea-gown wouldn’t feel particularly queer after 
that,” objected Mignon, looking at the pretty evening 
dress, with its low bodice and absence of sleeves. 

“We should feel smothered — hemmed in — choked,” de- 
clared Jane Carmine, solemnly. “ Still, if one could get 
used to them, I’ve no doubt they would be very useful. ” 

“ Very useful, when you happen to leave your luggage 
at a station, to be fetched by a cart which somebody forgets 
to order,” Mignon laughed. “ To tell you the truth, I am 
wearing it to-night because, like a donkey, I left my keys 
in my bedroom at Hill Street, and the box which had my 
linen and such things in, with this on the top, was the only 
one we could get open. I assure you I am not going to 
spend the rest of my life in tea-gowns.” 


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“Heaven forbid murmured Lucy, who had been ac- 
customed to hunting and shooting, fishing and riding and 
driving with her ever since the time she had been old 
enough to sit a pony, to say nothing of such minor and 
trifling pursuits as skating and tennis, and so on. 

“ Did you hear what Madge said to me when Pearl and 
Maud brought her into my room? [N'o? Oh, it was so 
funny! She looked at me for a long time, and then she 
burst out, ‘ Little mum-ma, tiss Match!^ I couldn’t think 
what she meant for a minute. ‘ Tiss Match!’ she kept say- 
ing; ‘ tiss Match!’ I looked all round, but Pearl and 
Maud were very busy ‘ making up ’ with my Jewsbury 
tooth-paste and a powder-box, and were not attending to 
•us at all. ‘ What is Match, my angel?’ I said; whereupon 
the little mite gave a jump on her little feet and put her 
outspread hands over her small bosom. ‘ Here tee is I’ she 
cried; and I felt such a fool not to have understood her.” 

“ She’s a jolly little soul!” put in Stanley. “ The 
major says she’s very like what you were at that age. Miss 
Ferrers. ” 

“ Yes, I believe so; mother and Booties always say the 
same. ” 

Lucy turned on his heel and left the group. As a mat- 
ter of fact, he would like to have just throttled that young 
gentleman as he stood; for, positively, it seemed as if he 
could not speak without in some way pointing out that 
Lucy was of an older generation than Mignon and himself. 
“ Young bwrute!” said Lucy to himself; “he has the ad- 
vantage there, and knows how to use it.” 

It was very unpleasant, and all very different from what 


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had been only a year before. Then he had always called 
Mignon his sweetheart, and had openly declared that as 
soon as she was old enough they were going to be married. 
Now it was different. He was pointedly put in his place 
as an old fogy — and, by the bye, he was but six-and-thirty — 
and expected to feel that Mignon was no longer, by any 
special interest, his, except in the same way, perhaps, that 
she belonged to Booties. It was hard lines, and Lucy didn^t 
relish the position. 

It .wasnT so much that he wanted to marry Mignon — 
certainly not without giving her time to think it well out 
— or that he was not willing to give her up to some other 
fellow right willingly and gracefully, if it seemed for her 
happiness that he should do so. It wasnT — But there,- 
truth to tell, Lucy didnT quite know what it was, only he 
hated young St. John Stanley — “ that darkey, he called 
him in his own mind — at that moment as he had not felt it 
in him to hate any one for years: “ An empty-headed, 
swaggering young devil, that hasn^t half mastered his 
work yet.^^ 

And, worst of all, Mignon was smiling upon his wooing 
with friendly eyes, and actually seemed to like the young 
cub, and to find him amusing! 

What a queer world this is! 

It is doubtful if Lucy had been so thoroughly put out 
and irritable for years past as he was on that first evening 
which Mignon spent at home after her sojourn in Paris. 
And to add to his miseries, Jane Carmine, who was five- 
and-twenty, and called herself a little older than Mig- 
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smooth-tongued major was worthy of her attention, and 
went in for him with the frank, unblushing zeal of a girl 
not yet out of the school-room, or of a lady of a certain age, 
at what old-fashioned folk call “ her last prayers.'^ 

Jane Carmine was a pretty-looking girl enough, much 
prettier than her sister Sophy (who was more angular in 
shape, and suffered from white eyelashes), with blue eyes 
of a pretty color, if somewhat shallow, a little pert nose, 
and a short-lipped mouth, always a trifle open; there was 
a certain difficulty of the lips to quite close over the teeth, 
which spoiled what would otherwise have been a really 
pretty and piquant little face. 

But Lucy did not like or admire that type of feminine 
beauty; and, truth to tell, before that evening was over he 
was unutterably miserable, even abject. He tried so hard 
to get away from Jane Carmine. Once he took refuge 
under Mrs. Bootles^s wing, but somebody — some fiend, 
Lucy said — suggested Dumb Crambo, and he was hauled 
away into the morning-room to await the choice of those in 
possession of the hall, and there he found himself leaning 
up against the wall, with Jane Carmine at his elbow. 

Jane Carmine did her best, but her efforts were all 
thrown away upon him; and the Redfern frock, which was 
lovely, might have been a sack, for any pleasure it gave 
the obdurate Lucy, He only shut his eyes as he leaned 
the back of his head against the wall, and said to himself, 
in a kind of prayer, “ How long? — how long?^^ 

After a short delay, Stanley came to the door and in- 
formed the assembled company that they had chosen a 
word to rhyme with jog. 


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“ Jog/^ said a leading spirit. “ Oh, it must be dog. 
Let^s all go in on all-fours and bark. 

But it’s Dumb Crambo,” objected another. Bark- 
ing ain’t allowed.” 

Then we’ll sniff,” said the leading spirit, in a tone 
that allowed of no further objections being put forward. 

Thereupon, to Lucy’s profound disgust, down they all 
had to go upon hands and knees, and to jump, creep, 
bound, scramble into the large hall as best they could; and 
he had his best evening clothes on too, a new suit that had 
just come from town, made of dull twill with silk facings! 
He had put them on in honor of Mignon, and had the sat- 
isfaction of spoiling them for the gratification of Jane Car- 
mine! 

She, poor misguided thing, was just in front of him, 
ruining a good Redfern gown with a cheerful countenance, 
that he might see what a lively little kitten she was! But 
what did her sacrifice avail with him? Simply naught. 
He never even cast so much as a glance at her kittenish 
sportiveness; for as soon as his head got through the door 
his eyes went in search of Mignon. And Mignon was sit- 
ting on a little couch with Darkey, watching with laughing 
eyes the entry of the performers. 

As for Darkey, he was armed with a big palm-leaf fan, 
and was fanning Mignon vigorously; but he broke off that 
occupation to hiss with equal energy, and shout, “ Not hog 
— not hog! Hiss — ss— ss!” 

Lucy got up and stalked out. It wasn’t pleasant to be 
taken for a hog! He didn’t like it. 


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CHAPTER V. 

JANECARMINE. 

The worst fault you have is to he in love. 

As You Like It. 

There never was a little woman so full of hope, tenderness, and 
love and anxiety as this little woman. — Dickens. 

Lucy was so truly miserable at the new turn which 
events had taken that he seriously began to think of cut- 
ting his visit to Ferrers’s Court short. 

Still he had spent so many long leaves with Booties 
and his wife that it really required more moral courage 
than Jane Carmine had left him possessed of to propose a 
move just then, and still more to face the outcry which 
would inevitably follow such a proposal. 

‘‘Besides, what can I tell Booties he asked himself, 
dolefully, as he settled his white tie before the dressing- 
glass. “ If I give out important business — lawyer^s letter, 
and all that — why. Booties T1 just say, ‘ Let^s have a look 
at it, old chap;’ and make up lies without pwremeditation 
is — er — what I nev-ah could do! But what the devil am I 
to do? If I stop here long, that Jane Carmine will mar- 
wry me to a dead certainty. I shouldn’t like to marwry 
Jane Carmine, I must say. ’Pon my soul, it’s dayvilish 
hard. There’s that gwreat bwurte Landover actually in 
love with her, and she wants me! Always the way with 


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those wolf -mouthed women — theyVe got such a devil of a 
nose for the best. 

There was not the smallest shade of conceit about Lucy 
when he spoke of himself as the best in comparison with 
Jane Carmine^s admirer, Mr. Landover. 

True, Mr. Geoffrey Landover was in every way “ a 
catch,^^ and a far richer man than Lucy would ever be — 

“ A raiser of huge melons and of pines; 

A patron of some thirty charities.” 

But for all his broad lands, and his great houses, and his 
princely income, he was not what would attract a girl who 
could be attracted by Lucy^s smooth, silky voice, and 
Lucy^s smoother, silkier manners. There was a some- 
thing boisterous and rough about him — blatant, Lucy 
called it—as if he had brought his ‘‘ Tally-ho into the 
drawing-room, and imagined that there were three turnip- 
fields between himself and the other side of the whist- 
table. 

And not only was he blatant and boisterous, he was also 
a bore! He would carry on all his conversation in the pos- 
sessive case — “ my hounds, my houses, my farms, my ten- 
ants— m?/ — my— my evewrything,** Lucy burst out, irri- 
tably, then confided to his double in the looking-glass that 
he hated a fellow who couldn’t leave himself and his be- 
longings out of his conversation for five minutes together. 

And then he would persist in going into details of pedi- 
gree such as are not very polite in a drawing-room, and he 
loould call his hounds by generic names — and altogether 
Lucy very often longed to kick him! 


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Squire Landover had cast an admiring eye at Jane Car- 
mine — a clever little chestnut filly/ ^ he called her — the 
first night of her stay at Ferrers’s Court, when she and the 
other ladies had trooped off to bed, and he had gone with 
the men into the smoking-room to have a last pipe ere he 
set out on his nine miles drive to Landover Castle. 

He came again and again to Ferrers's Court, and 
shouted his compliments at her as if she were ninety, and 
very deaf for her age; but his suit did not prosper, for 
Jane had set her fancy on Lucy, and nobody had taken the 
trouble to tell her what a real prize Geoffrey Landover was 
— that is to say, from a matrimonial point of view. 

So Jane did not help him in the least. She kept all her 
little arts and graces for Lucy, and mercilessly snubbed the 
big fox-hunting squire whenever he came near her, which 
perhaps had not a little to do with that gentleman’s hav- 
ing succumbed to her attractions. 

Lucy heard the dinner-bell ring with a groan, and went 
leisurely down-stairs, hoping that by the time he got to the 
drawing-room Jane Carmine would have been disposed of, 
and sent in to dinner with somebody; in fact, in the full- 
ness of his misery he had confided to Mrs. Booties that he 
did not like always to take the same lady in to dinner. 

It’s such a bore for a lady; and however bored she 
may be, she can’t vewry well say so,” he explained, with 
an elaborate courtesy which would not allow him to say 
anything slighting of a lady, or of one of his hostess’s 
guests, and Mrs. Booties promised to effect a change. He 
thought he was tolerably safe for that one night, at all 
events, and if he had extra good-luck Mrs. Booties might 


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tell him to take in Mignon! But, alas! in this world our 
little plans and arrangements do not always fall as we wish 
them to do, and no sooner had Lucy safely run the gantlet 
of the corridor on to which his bedroom opened, and fairly 
committed himself to the perilous publicity of the gallery, 
than he came full upon Jane Carmine, who was standing 
looking over the railing into the hall below. She gave a 
start when she saw him. 

“ Oh, Major Lucy,^^ she said, in a piteous little scrap of 
a voice, “ Fm so awfully late for dinner! IVe never been 
late before. 

“ Oh, no, it’s not so ve wry late. Miss Jane,” said he, rag- 
ing in his heart that he had not had sense enough to be 
early. 

“ I was afraid to go down,” she went on. 

Oh, come along; there’s nothing to be afwraid of,” he 
answered, moving toward the stairs. 

Jane Carmine moved that way too. “ I’m not so fright- 
ened now,*’ she said, with a kittenish little air. “ Yoic’W 
take care of me, won’t you?” 

“ Oh, yes, as far as you need it. Miss Jane,” Lucy re- 
turned, with a grim feeling of amusement, as he remem- 
bered that as soon as they got into the drawing-room Mrs. 
Booties would provide somebody else to fulfill that pleasant 
office. 

But she was one too many for him. She ran up to Mrs. 
Booties, who was just sending her first guests in to dinner 
as they reached the door, and said, “ Don’t disturb your- 
self, dear Mrs. Ferrers. I’m awfully sorry to be so late. 


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but Major Lucy is going to take care of me;’^ and, as 
Lucy^s delicately expressed fears that morning had been all 
for the lady^s comfort, Mrs. Booties thought it was all 
right, and did not further disturb herself about them. 

‘‘ I thought it very odd if Jane Carmine or any other 
girl h«d got tired of him,"' she said to herself as she crossed 
the hall. 

And it never occurred to her that Lucy might have got 
tired of Jane Carmine! 

Happily, however, Lucy's misery was somewhat miti- 
gated by the fact that Geoffrey Landover had come to din- 
ner, and that he had contrived to wait until Jane Carmine 
was seated, and had then unceremoniously made for the 
seat next to hers, leaving his lawful charge to shift for 
herself; which she did with a very sad expression of her face, 
and thought she had never in all her life gone in to dinner 
with such a brute before! 

Miss Jane saw the little maneuver, and snubbed the 
burly squire as severely as she knew how; but it was all of 
no use. Geoffrey Landover had got his innings, and 
meant to make the most of them. So during the whole of 
the meal he insisted on monopolizing her attention — en- 
forcing his remarks, if she did not take sufficient heed to 
them, with a vigorous application of his substantial elbow. 

say" — with a nudge — “Miss Carmine — at least. 
Miss Jane, I may say, mayn't I? — I say, I wish you'd get 
Mrs. Ferrers to bring you over to my place some day this 
week." 

Jane Carmine turned from uttering a soft whisper into 
Lucy's ear, who in his turn was watching with a grim feel- 


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ing of misery a similar process between young Stanley and 
Mignon with an elaborate air of attention. 

“ I beg your pardon, Mr. Landover. You were say- 
ing— ' 

I was saying I wished you would get Mr^. Ferrers to 
bring you over to my place soon. Awf^ly jolly place. I 
should like to show you over it.^^ 

“Eeally! Isitnew?’^ 

It is not exaggeration to say that Geoffrey Landover 
nearly choked. To be asked in cold blood by a girl to 
whom he had been paying marked attention for several 
days, almost two weeks, if Landover Castle was new ! 

“ Has Mrs. Ferrers never told you anything about my 
placer^ he demanded. 

‘‘Hot a word,^^ returned Jane, shaking her head, with 
a blank expression of face such as showed she was speaking 
the truth, and nothing but the truth. 

Squire Landover stared at her for a moment, and then 
he blurted out, “ God bless my soul!’^ 

“But why?^^ asked Jane Carmine, who was only bent 
on snubbing him, and being left in peace to have a good 
time with Lucy, and so was not even amused by his intense 
surprise. “ Is it a show-place? What is it called?^ ^ 

“You must see it, returned Mr. Landover, with an 
air of dignity such as sat upon him as ill as a silken gown 
does upon a dairy-maid. 

At this point Lucy, who had overheard the last few sen- 
tences, thought he saw a loop-hole of escape for himself, 
and forthwith put in his word. 

“ Why — er— Landover Castle is one of the finest — er — 


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places ill England, Miss Jane. You must have heard of 
it."" 

Miss Jane shook her head with a fine air of innocent 
indifference. 

‘‘ It"s — it"s — er — quite palatial,"" Lucy said, bringing out 
the biggest word he could think of on the spur of the mo- 
ment. 

“ You must talk to Mrs. Ferrers about it,"" said Jane, 
rather more graciously, to the owner of Landover Castle; 
then turned round to Lucy, and murmured, with an up- 
ward look such as made his flesh creep, and in a tender 
and sentimental tone, “ Between ourselves, show-places 
and palatial mansions are not much in my line; there"s 
nothing homely and livable about them. "" And then she 
added, in a lower tone still, “ / like roughing it."" 

As I said, Lucy"s flesh fairly crept with the intensity of 
his unutterable disgust; but he turned his handsome eyes 
upon her with a serene gaze which was truly admirable. 

“ Wroughing it is all vewry well in the abstwract. Miss 
Jane; and when you"ve got heaps and heaps of money it 
may be made fairly comfortable, if you"ve got a vewry 
contented mind and are fond of change. But — er — be- 
lieve me, the palatial mansion would suit you far better 
than the wrough-and-wready cottage style of thing, don"t 
you know?"" 

“ There"s something very sweet about love in a cot- 
tage,"" sighed Jane Carmine, softly. 

Lucy shuddered. Yes; but there"s something vewry 
substantial about the palatial mansion,"" he returned, 
promptly, swallowing his disgust" bravely. “ Now, there"s 


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a good deal of glamour about what is commonly called 
‘ following the dwrum;’ in fact, I may say it’s all glamour, 
and the glamour is the best part of it all.^’ 

“ It must be lovely,” murmured Jane. 

“ Yes, it is! It’s lovely to live in poky quarters in bar- 
wracks, with eve wry thing on the scale of an artisan’s dwell- 
ing; and it’s lovely to have furniture that all takes to 
pieces, and makes, the place look like an artisan’s parlor 
when it’s put together; and it’s lovely for a lady to have 
spells when she can’t get a servant for love or money, and 
has no one but a gwreat bwrute of a dwragoon to do up 
her quarters for her, or pewrhaps a wretched woman 
fwrom the wranks, who takes evewry opportunity of telling 
her that the ‘ ’orse barwracks at Haounslaow are far better 
nor these,’ and so on. Yes, it’s all vewry lovely till you 
twry it, Miss Jane.” 

“ One might have a furnished house at each place,” sug- 
gested J ane, feeling all at once as if the ideal was slipping 
away from her grasp. 

“ Yes, but you need the palatial income for that,” an- 
swered Lucy, quickly. “ Not a poor beggah that hasn’t 
got two sixpences to wrub together.” 

His manner added, quite as plainly as words could have 
done, “ a poor beg-gah like me,” and Jane felt that all 
her little tender ways and kittenish airs had been displayed 
in vain. So, in sheer pique, she turned them upon the 
burly squire, who was still brooding over the unfortunate 
question about his ancestral dwelling-place. 

Lucy, left for a moment to himself, turned his eyes upon 
Mignon. How pleased she seemed to be talking to that 


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Darkey! and what a young clown that same Darkey was! 
Quite the very last man in the world whom Lucy would 
have suspected of taking Mignon’s fancy. 

He had been used to call her his sweetheart always. 
Well, he would call her that no more, for she would be 
somebody's else's sweetheart now. He didn't like the idea 
of that somebody being Darkey, though; there was some- 
thing positively revolting about it. 

If it had been some decent fellow now, he knew that he 
would have felt quite different about it; but that he should 
have to stand on one side and do complacent fogy in favor 
of Darkey Stanley — Darkey — was simply horrid. 

And yet if any one had asked him a month previously 
what he thought of young Stanley, he would have answered 
promptly that he was one of the best fellows out; for 
Darkey had been distinctly a favorite of his ever since he 
had been in the regiment. He was a handsome boy, and 
well-born, had a very good property, and was amusing be- 
yond the general run. But when Darkey appeared in the 
light of a possible — no, hang it all! he told himselfy a very 
probable — husband for Mignon, why, then it became an- 
other matter altogether. 

Just as he came to that conclusion there was a general 
rustle among the ladies; and as Mignon rose, still smiling 
at something Darkey had been saying to her, her eyes met 
his full, and the smile deepened, and she gave him a little 
nod. It was just the same smile she had always given 
him, frank and absolutely familiar — ‘‘Just what she 
would give Booties," Lucy thought, ruefully. 

“ WonH you get me my fan?" said the piteous little 


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voice at his elbow. It^s gone^imder the table. Then 
as Lucy dived down and brought it to light again — So 
good of you. I^m a trouble, I know, but— 

“ Why couldnT you ask me broke in Landover, in a 
deeply reproachful voice. “ Oh, I beg your pardon. Miss 
Jane, Fm so awfully sorry; did I tear your gown?^^ 

Did yoto tear my goion !” muttered Jane Carmine, 
trying to look over her shoulder at the damage. “ Oh, 
don’t mention it, Mr. Landover; it’s nothing, really, 
nothing but a stitch or two.” But that, of course, was 
aloud, and in the sweet scrap of voice that had been born 
for Lucy’s benefit. 

“ My best Eedfern gown,” she said, angrily, to her sis- 
ter ten minutes later, when that sympathetic soul had set 
to work with needle and thread to repair the damage as far 
as was possible. “ And then he asked, ‘ Did I tear your 
gown?’ — the brute! And I had to look sweet, and be civil 
over it. ” 

“ It is vexing. Upon my word, I do think,” said Sophy 
Carmine, trying to gather the frayed strands of satin stuff 
together, “ that when a man makes such a hopeless havoc 
as this with a gown, he ought at least to give the girl an- 
other. It ought to be etiquette.” 

If they had known that Geoffrey Landover, of Landover 
Castle, had some fifty thousand a year, and would right 
willingly have given Jane fifty finer frocks than even her 
best Eedfern gown, it is reasonable to think that their 
wrath— particularly Sophy’s, which was not blinded by a 
fancy for Major Lucy — would not have run so high. 

As it was, when poor Squire Landover appeared in the 


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drawing-robm a little later, snub after snub was showered 
up^ his devoted head, and he went home early, as miser- 
able a man as was ever in love before. 


CHAPTER VI. 


D RI FTI N G A PA KT. 


To go through life unloving and unloved; 

To feel that thirst and hunger of the soul 
You can not still; that longing, that wild impulse 
And struggle after something you have not and can not 
have. 

Longfellow. 


“ What are we going to do to-night. Miss Ferrers 
said young Stanley to Mignon a couple of days later, when 
he came into the large hall in quest of the usual ceremony 
of afternoon tea. 

Dance,^^ answered Mignon; “ just the people who are 
dining here, and two girls staying with the Brandons, and 
the girls from the Cottage, and one or two others. Would 
you like some tea now?^^ for they were the first comers to 
the pleasant refection of tea and gossip. 

“Yes, please. But tell me — you ^11 let me have the first, 
won T you 

“ The first what? — cup of tea? Oh, you greedy boy!^^ 

“ No — dance, I meant. 

Mignon shook her head. “ Not the fii’st, Mr. Stanley; 
the second, if you like. 

“ I should like, of course; but really, mayn^t I have the 
first?^^ imploringly. 


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“ No, not the first. Sugar 

“ Thanks. By the bye, you^ll give me the first at the 
ball, wonTyou?" 

“ Cake?^^ asked the girl, smiling. ‘‘ There are muffins 
on that plate. 

“ Yes — thanks, awfullj". But — anxiously — “ about 
the ballF^^ 

“ Time enough — time enough; we will think about it,^^ 
answered Mignon, who did not see the force of engaging 
herself so far in advance. 

“ But won’t you promise me?” he urged. 

“ Yes, I promise to think about it,” returned the girl, 
with a gay laugh, which was not what Darkey wanted. 

Just then Lucy came in from the vestibule, and held 
aside the heavy portiere for Mrs. Ferrers to pass into 
the hall. She was followed by the five children, who 
always came down to afternoon tea instead of coming later, 
as most children do, to dessert. 

The young Ferrerses had never taken the same place 
with Major Lucy as Mignon had done; but with all the 
passionate warmth of their headlong and headstrong young 
souls they had, from the first, fallen down and worshiped 
St. John Stanley. It was natural enough — he was so near 
to their own age; as near, or even nearer than Lucy had 
been to Mignon’s at the time of her advent into the Scarlet 
Lancers. And he was of a more jovial disposition than 
ever Lucy had been; he was ready at almost any time for 
a race or a rattling romp, or a game of hide-and-seek, or 
follow-my-leader. 

And he sung comic songs — delightful accomplishment! 


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In a child mind perhaps only a clown tricks could rank 
higher. 

He had had his ten minutes alone with Mignon, but he 
had no more peace after the five youngsters came trooping 
under the velvet portiere. 

They had just had a bountiful nursery tea, with potted 
game, jam, and other good things of that kind; so they did 
not linger round the tea-table, but, after making sure that 
there were no sweets there, nor even so much as a box of 
chocolate, they demanded a song. 

“ But let -me finish my tea, wonH you?” pleaded 
Darkey; Tm so awfully hungry! — you donT know.^' 

“You had a very big lunch, Jack,^^ said Pearl, with 
severity; “ I sat just opposite to you, and so I icnow.^* 

“ And you can have some more tea presently, added 
Maud. 

“ But the muffins will all be cold,” objected Darkey, 
wffio was good-nature itself, but naturally preferred to stay 
by Mignon. 

“ There’ll be plenty of cake,” suggested Bertie, who 
had a tender feeling for the pangs of hunger. 

“ Well, give him five minutes,” said Pearl, relenting a 
little. 

Whereupon they waited, with their four pairs of bright 
young eyes upon the clock — Baby Madge having fastened 
her attention upon the big Angora cat as soon as she found 
herself beside it— and to the very instant carried him off 
to the neat little piano on the other side of the hall, and 
demanded the ballad of John with his big boots on, “ Sing 


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along, Sambo, and several others. And then they asked 
for one which they had not heard before. 

To meet a demand like this was not easy. Darkey ^s 
stock of songs was good, but it was limited; however, after 
thinking for a minute, he broke into a soft and tender lit- 
tle Christy melody, such as will never be old nor stale 
while tenderness and pathos are able to sway the very 
world: 

“ ’Way down upon de Swanee Kibber, 

Far, far away, 

Dere’s whar my heart is turning ebber, 

Dere’s whar de ole folks stay. 

All up and down de whole creation 
Sadly I roam. 

Still longing for de ole plantation. 

And for de ole folks at home. 

“ All ’round de little farm I wander’d 
When I was young. 

Den many happy days I squander’d. 

Many de songs I sung. 

When I was playing wid my brudder. 

Happy was I; 

Oh! take me to my kind ole mudder, 

Dere let me live and die.” 

There was staying, with his bright and winsome wife, at 
Ferrers’s Court just then one Scott Laurie, who had been 
in the Scarlet Lancers with Booties, and before that had 
been in the Cuirassiers. He walked into the hall just as 
Darkey began to sing the quaint little song, and went 
straight to the piano to listen — to listen while the simple 


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little air brought back the vivid remembrance of an Indian 
bungalow, with shaded windows and high white walls — a 
remepibrance of a figure, himself, sitting under the 
veranda in a big rocking-chair, singing that very song be- 
cause he was so light of heart at getting out of that land of 
misery which is called Afghanistan into the comparative 
coolness and comfort of India; and then Dickson had come 
out and roughly shaken him up, bidding him remember 
that a sick man was within hearing. 

He turned round to Lucy, who was standing not very far 
from Mignon. 

‘‘Did you ever meet Eliot Cardella?^^ he asked, ab- 
ruptly. 

Lucy looked surprised. “ Oh, yes, I knew him well,^^ 
he answered. “ Why?^^ 

“ The very last time I ever heard that — with a gesture 
toward Darkey — “ was just before Eliot died. I forgot 
that he was ill until Dickson came out on to the veranda 
and stopped me. • It cuts me like a knife to think about 
it, ” he ended, with a sigh. 

“ Best fellow that ever lived,^^ murmured Lucy. 

“ And gave his life,^^ rejoined Laurie, fiercely, “ for the 
sake of the falsest Jezebel that ever trod the earth. 

“Ah!’^ murmured Lucy, who had heard the story to 
which the other alluded. 

It would be hard to say what was the influence which 
moved Lucy then; perhaps it was the bitter regret on 
Laurie^s generally bright and cheerful face, the evidence of 
the touch between the present and a painful past! But 
certain is it that at that moment Lucy caught the full gaze 


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of Mignon^s wide-open blue and lovely eyes just as his 
mind went back over Ms past, and the memory of a girl 
called Olive, whom he had once loved dearly, came to him. 

It was but the flash of a moment, an instant’s compari- 
son between the two; but in that instant Lucy realized that 
his love for Olive had never been his best and strongest, 
and that the love for the child Mignon had grown and 
grown and grown until it had taken possession of all his 
heart and soul. 

And he remembered, too, that he was six-and-thirty, 
and that the light-hearted lad bawling at the piano for the 
edification of the children was just twenty-one! 

It is no wonder that Lucy sighed too. And Scott Laurie 
liked him better all the rest of his life for it. That is often 
the way in this world. 


CHAPTER VIL 

THE KIVEE OF YEARS. 

Thy love resembleth 
The uncertain glory of an April day, 

Which now shows all the beauty of the sun. 

And by and by a cloud takes all away. 

Two Oentlemen of Verona. 

Nature never fram’d a woman’s heart 
Of prouder stuff — 

Much Ado About Nothing. 

Major Lucy went up to his room to dress for dinner 
that night in anything but a happy frame of mind; in any- 
thing but the mood which generally possesses a man who 


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has j ust discovered that the tender affection of years has 
developed into the great and passionate love of his 
life. 

Of course he knew that the child was fond of him; she 
had always been that from the day when he had gone into 
the pleasant sitting-room of Mrs. Gray^s quarters, and had 
watched that sweet woman dress the baby Mignon in her 
pretty white furry garments, and then had carried her out 
into the barrack square for the benefit of all the other fel- 
lows, who were filled with curiosity about Bootles^s new 
acquisition; but now he wanted her to be more than fond 
of him — he wanted, why, he wanted her to love him as he 
had come to love her. 

Only a day or two ago he had told himself that for the 
sake of her happiness he could and would willingly give 
her up to any really good fellow in the wide world — except 
young Darkey Stanley. Now, however, he realized with a 
great bitter pang that he had nothing whatever against 
young Darkey excepting the chance that Mignon might 
love him. No matter who the other man might be, he 
realized that if he eventually had to give up all idea of 
winning Mignon for himself, the pang would be just 
as hard, and the loathing of the other man just as 
deep. 

And he did loathe poor Darkey; there was no doubt 
about that. Not to the extent of wishing him harm, save 
as concerned Mignon; not to the extent of being ever like- 
ly to do him a bad turn if the opportunity of doing it 
came in his way. No, his feeling was not of this kind at 
all; it was simply a loathing. If he saw the lad go near 


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Mignon it made his flesh creep, exactly as sometimes — 
pretty often, indeed — Jane Oarmine^s kittenish tendernesses 
acted upon him in the same way. 

And Darkey was fifteen years younger than himself; 
that was the worst of it all. Those fifteen years — a very 
river of years in Lucy’s just then prejudiced eyes — weighed 
upon his mind like a nightmare. Fifteen years! fifteen 
years! Well, up to the last month Lucy had never felt 
himself getting old or even middle-aged; he had never felt 
that he was very much older than Darkey or yet Mignon; 
he was not bald, ho, nor yet even a little thin about the 
top of his head, and he was neither deaf, nor fat, nor any- 
thing but a trifle short of sight (which he had been from a 
child) ; but now he felt as old as Adam, and almost as 
wicked! Now, fifteen years was an eternity — a great gulf, 
on one side of which he stood alone, while Darkey and 
Mignon stood upon the other together. 

And besides all this, there was Jane Carmine, who 
would marry him, whether he would or not, if he did not 
keep a bright look for’ard. Now, even supposing that he 
had not the ghost of a chance with Mignon, and that 
Darkey eventually won the day, Lucy had not the smallest 
intention of being beguiled into the bond of wedlock by 
Jane Carmine. Indeed, the bare remembrance that such 
a contingency was possible, and for the matter of that more 
than probable, if he did not take care, was enough to cut 
his reflections short, and start him dressing with an alac- 
rity which would have astonished Jane could she have seen 
him. And then a bright and happy thought flashed into 
his mind. Why, what an ass he had been, knowing the 


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house as well as he did, to run night after night into 
Janets clutches as he had done! 

“ The fellows always said I was a fool,^^ he said, rueful- 
ly, as he brushed his sunshiny head; “ and I must be, 
never to have thought of the nursery stairs before/^ 

Therefore, when he was ready to go down, instead of 
creeping along the corridor like a thief in the night, and 
then flying round the gallery and going down the stairs 
like an avalanche, he just turned the other way when he 
left his bedroom — turned the end of the corridor and 
opened a door on the left which led to a small landing on 
to which the school-room and nurseries opened. This 
landing led by a small staircase to the study, library, and 
the gardens; so Lucy’s way down was perfectly easy, and 
he found himself safe in the drawing-room before Jane 
Carmine had the slightest suspicion that he had even left 
his chamber. 

He found the room empty. To be sure, Mignon’s old 
favorite, Hugo, was lying in possession of the hearth-rug; 
but Lucy did not count him any one, although he lifted 
his handsome head and gave him a contemplative stare 
with his deep-set eyes; and having satisfied himself that 
the intruder was friend and not foe, condescended to give 
three thumps of his heavy tail upon the floor by way of 
showing that he was welcome. 

Well, old chap,” was Lucy’s greeting, “ waiting for 
your mistwress— ell?” 

Thump — thump went Hugo’s tail again, and then, as 
Lucy did not make any further remarks, he dropped his 


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heavy head upon his large paws again and went straight- 
way into contemplation. 

Then the door opened, and Mignon herself came in — 
Mignon, in a pretty yellow frock of some soft, sheeny, 
gauzy material, with a string of pearls round her pretty, 
slender throat. She shut the door quickly, and came for- 
ward with a little skip in her step and such a glad light 
upon her face that in an instant the child came back 
again, and Lucy^s heart leaped up into his throat and 
nearly choked him. 

“ Oh, dear Lai, is that you?^’ she cried. “ Why, how 
early you are! Generally you slip into the room just as 
the people are going out.^^ 

Yes; but Pm going to be awfully early after to- 
night, Lucy answered, looking down upon her with quite 
a new manner, and speaking in quite a new voice. 

“ That’s good. I shall make a point of coming down 
early too. Go out of the way, Hugo, you selfish old per- 
son!” she added to the dog; and then she gave a quick 
sigh, and said, “ I say, Lai, isn’t the Court different some- 
how to what it used to be?” 

Diffewrent?” repeated Lucy, not understanding her 
meaning exactly. 

‘‘ Yes,” impatiently; “ I don’t get half the good time I 
used to do before I went to Paris. I don’t think much of 
being grown-up,” with another sigh. 

‘‘You used to look forward so to it,” Lucy reminded 
her. 

“ Yes, I know. But — I don’t know how it is — I never 
geem to have any fun now? I think there are too many 


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people here. Booties is always dancing attendance on some 
one or other; and as for you — 

“And as for me?'’ repeated Lucy, drawing a step 
nearer. 

“ Oh, I never see you — Ah! bother, here's somebody 
coming. Oh yes, Lai, I know perfectly well that it is not 
the thing to say ‘ bother,' but you needn't look so re- 
proachful;" and then she looked round to see who the new 
comer might be, and seeing, dropped into the nearest chair 
and began smoothing and pulling Hugo's soft tan-colored 
ears; and if she tugged a little harder at them than Hugo 
liked, the old dog bore it without so much as a grunt. 
Perhaps he knew something of what was going on just then 
in his young mistress's heart, and felt that it was hard she 
should never have a word with the man who had been so 
much to her from the days of her babyhood. 

Lucy looked round too, and gave such a groan in the 
spirit that it was within an ace of a groan in the flesh. If 
he had not been a scrupulously polite person he could have 
found it in him to cry out, “ Hast thou found me, oh, 
mine enemy?" — for the new-comer was Jane Carmine. 

At that moment — perhaps the only moment when Lucy 
ever wished for his presence in preference to that of any 
other person — he would infinitely better like to have seen 
the dark, close-cropped head and dancing brown eyes of 
young Darkey Stanley. 

But it was Jane; and Jane advanced to the hearth with 
a beaming face, all unknowing of the fact that Lucy could 
at that moment have killed her. 


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“ What are you two doing down so early?^^ she asked. 

I thought I should be quite the first. 

‘‘ You are not geuerally down so early/^ said Mignon, 
stiffly, finding that Lucy did not reply. 

‘‘No — but Fm going to turu over a new leaf/ ^ Jane 
Carmine retorted, with a killing look at Lucy, who fairly 
writhed under it. 

Mignon sprung to her feet at once. “ Hugo, old fellow, 
it’s time you went off to the hall. You know mother 
doesn’t like you to be^iti the drawing-room at dinner-time. 
Come, old boy!” 

Hugo needed no further invitation, but rose, stretched 
himself, and followed the pretty, slender figure in the yel- 
low gown to the door, and when she opened it, paced with 
slow and stately step out into the hall. Unfortunately for 
Lucy, when Mignon shut the door she was upon the same 
side of it as the dog! 

If politeness had allowed Lucy to relieve his feelings by 
a big D just then, it would have been big enough for a 
wall- poster! 

“ Fancy you and I to be the first, Major Lucy,” Jane 
remarked, standing very near to him, and resting her arms 
upon the chimney-shelf in a very free-and-easy fashion. 
“ Usually Mignon and Mr. Stanley are the early birds.” 

“ Is that so?” said Lucy, who had hitherto been so in- 
tent upon avoiding Jane Carmine that he had never 
troubled his head about Darkey’s chances with Mignon. 

“ Yes. There’s going to be a little dance this evening — 
you know about it?” 


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Lucy made an inward vow that he would not ask Jane 
Carmine to dance, at any rate not beforehand; so he made 
a little bow, and said, “ Oh yes; I heard of it this morn- 
ing."' 

I am not going to dance much," said she, after a 
pause, finding that he had not apparently thought of ask- 
ing her to give him a dance. “ I don't care about dancing 
unless my partner is very much to my liking. ” 

‘‘ I dance vilely," said Lucy, who saw a loop-hole of es- 
cape for himself; and if he was not to have as many dances 
as he had been accustomed to have with Mignon, thought 
nothing of sacrificing a whole evening in order to save him- 
self the penance of waltzing with Jane Carmine. 

Do you really?" cried Jane, opening her eyes as wide- 
ly as possible in her astonishment. “ Why, I always heard 
you were a lovely dancer." 

“ Quite a mistake," murmured Lucy, boldly perjuring 
himself — and then, joy of joys, the door opened and Mr. 
Landover came bustling in. 

He had not been over at Ferrers's Court since the night 
when the lady of his admiration had snubbed him so un-^ 
mercifully. For several days he had mooned and moped 
about his ancestral halls and stable-yards, cast deep down 
in the lowest depths of despair. Then he began to think 
that a girl who was worth winning must be worth wooing; 
to reflect that if she wasn't like a ripe cherry, just ready to 
drop into his mouth on the chance of his opening it, whyj 
if he ever did induce her to take that leap, he would be 
able to comfort himself all his life with the knowledge that 
if she hadn't been ready and willing to drop into his mouth, 


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neither had she been ready and willing to drop into any 
other fellow’s. 

From this point it did not take Squire Landover very 
long to determine that he would go over to Ferrers’s Court 
and try his luck again; so, when he received Mrs. Ferrers’s 
invitation to go over to dine and join a little friendly 
dance, he was but too delighted to avail himself thereof. 

All the guests in the house seemed to come in in rapid 
succession immediately in the wake of the Lord of Land- 
over, and Lucy took the opportunity of slipping out into 
the hall that he might find out what had become of Mignon. 

He found her bending down over the big round table, 
turning over the leaves of an illustrated paper. 

“ Why did you desert me just now, Mignon?” he asked, 
in a very reproachful tone. 

“ Oh, I wanted to bring Hugo out. Mother does not 
like him to be in the drawing-room at dinner-time,” re- 
turned Mignon, in a would-be every-day kind of voice. 

“ He would have come out without you,” said Lucy. 
‘‘ However, as you are here now, I need not grumble at 
my — ” He had been going to say “ sweetheart,” but he 
bit the word off his tongue, and rather tamely substituted 
“ at you,” trusting that she would not notice it. 

But Mignon did notice it, never fear, and of course put 
down the alteration to quite another motive than the real 
one. 

“ Can’t you go in to dinner with me?” he asked, with- 
out giving her time to answer; I haven’t been accorded 
that honor for ages. I wish you would. ” 

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searching and limpid eyes, saw that he was evidently quite 
in earnest, and — “ There^s mother; let us ask her,^^ she 
said for answer. 

“ Major Lucy wants to take you in to dinner, my dar- 
ling?” she said. Well, that is very easily arranged 
and she passed on toward the drawing-room, a gracious 
and lovely woman, leaving peace and joy behind her, and 
carrying a fair measure of comfort and satisfaction in her 
train. 

“ Will you take Miss Jane Carmine in to dinner?’^ she 
said to Squire Landover when he came to greet her. 

Geoffrey Landover went back to Janets side in radiant 
triumph. ‘‘I am to take you in to dinner,” he announced. 

Delighted, I^m sure,” said Jane, biting her lips, and 
craning to find out what had become of Lucy. 

“ Where shall we sit?” he asked, when they reached the 
dining-room. 

“ Oh, not in the draught; here, this is a very nice 
place;” and down she plumped into the very next seat to 
the unfortunate man who at that moment had but one 
stronger wish in the world than his desire to get rid of her 
unwelcome attentions. 

But Lucy, having got Mignon as his legitimate prop- 
erty for the next hour and a half, was too happy to be dis- 
mayed for more than a minute or two. He made a deter- 
mined effort not to spoil the country squire^s chance by 
pointedly keeping his head turned toward Mignon. Jane 
Carmine, however, was not a young woman to be cut off 
in that way, particularly when she had got a new Eedfern 
frock on, as she had that evening; so, finding that Lucy 


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would not desert Miguon to talk to her, she at once tried to 
draw Mignon into a conversation. 

‘‘ I say, Mignon,^^ she said, leaning well across Lucy, 
‘‘how does Major Lucy dance? Pretty well, eh?^^ 

“ He^s a perfect dancer, Mignon flashed out, indig- 
nantly resentful in a moment of the rather slighting tone. 

Jane Oarmine^s eyes opened wide at this reply, and Lucy 
felt as if he must collapse utterly; then his serene and 
mild placidity came to his aid. “ You think so, Mignon, 
my sweetheart,^' he said, gently, “ because you have al- 
ways been lenient to my — er — faults and shortcomings; but 
Miss Jane would see them with an unprejudiced eye, and 
think, if she didn't tell me, that I dance vilely." 


CHAPTER VIII. 


THE LOED OF LANDOVER. 


He is the bluntest wooer in Christendom, 

Henry VI. 


An iron will, 

With ax-like edge unturnable. 

Tennyson. 


At this point Mr. Landover put in his word. He had 
been listening in some dismay lest the lady of his love 
should prove to be engaged for most or all of the dances 
for that evening. 

“ I quite had an idea that you were a very decent 
dancer, Lucy," he said, with the assured air and tone of a 
man who knew himself to be perfect in that line. 


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“ Quite a mistake/^ returned Lucy, sweetly. “Not a 
soul on earth but Miss Ferrers here would say so.^^ 

“Ah! Very honest of you to say so, I^m sure. It must 
be an awful bore to a lady dancing with a fellow who^s a 
muff at it. Miss Jane, I hope you mean to give me the 
pleasure of the first waltz! I suppose theyfil be all 
waltzes.'’’ 

“ Oh, I should like awfully,” said Jane Carmine, who 
thought it best to make a bold shot and have done with it, 
“ but I’m afraid I’m engaged to Major Lucy here.” 

Now it happened that, from the time that Mignon had 
been able to dance at all, it was a standing engagement 
that she should on all occasions dance the first waltz with 
Lucy — her devoted Lai — and Jane Carmine’s assertion fell 
like a thunder-bolt upon her. She looked up at Lucy with 
a gasp; but Lucy, speechless with astonishment, even after 
his experience of the world, had turned in equal surprise 
to stare at Jane Carmine. 

If his had been a nature like Geoffrey Landover’s, he 
would have said bluntly and promptly that she had made a 
mistake; but if Lucy was anything he was polite, and he 
could not find it in him to show up a woman before a man 
who was, he knew, anxious to win her for his wife if he could. 

“ Don’t say anything,” he murmured, in an under-tone, 
to Mignon; “ I’ll set it stwraight afterward.” 

“ Don’t trouble,” returned Mignon, sharply; “ I’m al- 
ready engaged for that dance.” 

Lucy’s heart turned fairly sick within him. “ What, to 
young Darkey?” he blurted out. 

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yes, though she was proud enough to feel that if the slave 
of her baby days wanted more freedom when she was 
“ grown up a young lady,^^ he should have it. 

“ Of course that wrelieves me fwrom what would have 
been a vewry awkward necessity,^^ he said, with more than 
his usual deliberation of speech; for as I was not en- 
gaged to Miss Jane for the dance, nor ever even thought of 
asking her for it, I should have told her of my old stand- 
ing engagement with you. I couldn^t do it before Land- 
over. However, Mignon, as you have been the first to 
bwreak our old custom, I shall not be under the necessity 
of making myself disagwreeable — a pwrocess I dislike 
vewry much; nobody more so.^^ 

It was a much longer speech than Lucy was in the habit 
of making; and although he was raging with fury within, 
his utterance was sweetly placid, if a little cold, and his 
manner was so gentle that Mignon quite believed that he 
did not care in the least. Its end found her, poor child, 
in the lowest depths of misery, and yet she could not speak 
out and put everything straight at once. For one thing, 
Lucy’s soft, smooth voice had reached no further than her 
own ear. How Mignon knew that she could not sink her 
voice, which was ringing and very clear, as he was able to 
do, and perhaps a little feeling of shame at the hastiness of 
her temper swayed her also. Certain is it that she re- 
mained silent when she might have spoken, and that Lucy 
retained the impression which he had at first received, that, 
of her own will, she had broken the compact which had 
lasted ever since she was a little toddling thing scarcely 
able to reach his arm. 


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He was brave, this Lucy; for he put the matter on one 
side like the courteous and polished man of the world he 
was, and chatted about one thing or other during the rest 
of the meal as if there was not a shadow in the world to 
trouble his soul. 

But in his pain he had not heart to keep Jane Carmine 
utterly at ba}^ and Jane made the very most of her oppor- 
tunity — flouted Geoffrey Landover more openly than ever, 
and was tenderness itself to Lucy, who was so miserable 
that he even found a certain amount of comfort therein. 

At last the ordeal was over, and Lucy drew his chair a 
shade closer to that of his neighbor, Geoffrey Landover, 
for whom he began to have a fellow-feeling, born of his 
own doubt and misery. 

“ I say, Landover, he began, after they had chatted 
more or less stiffly about the chances of European war and 
the probable effect of a second Franco-Prussian campaign 
upon this country, ‘^did you care particularly about that 
first dance? 

Landover^s stiffness all melted at the friendly turn. 
‘‘ Well, to be candid with you, I did,^^ he answered. 

‘‘ Then, old chap,^^ said Lucy, “ Til not stand in your 
light. If Miss Jane likes to give me another, well and 
good; but, to be candid in turn, I don't think she cares a 
little hang about it." 

Geoffrey Landover's face fairly shone with delight, and 
he put out a huge muscular hand and gripped Lucy's arm 
until the soldier winced under the pain. 

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smiled back into the country squire^s eyes as bravely as the 
red Indian of tradition. 

“ You^re hard hit, then — hey?’^ he said, with a laugh. 
‘‘No need to tell me; I saw it long since. AYell, I wish 
you good luck. Go in and win, old chap; 1^11 not stand in 
your light. 

The squire would have gripped his arm again in the ex- 
uberance of his joy; but Lucy saw what was coming, and 
quietly moved out of the way of such an expression of sat- 
isfaction. 

“ I want to speak to old Booties. No, don^t say a word, 
old chap,’^ he said, rising; “ I understand exactly, as well 
as if I was in your shoes this minute. 

And then he went round to Booties ^s chair, thinking, 
“ Poor devil, no need to torture him because that little 
jade wonH see what^s good for her.^^ 

As soon as he was free to leave the dining-room the 
“ poor devil went in search of Jane Carmine. 

“ Miss Jane,^^ he said, in a glad voice, “ Major Lucy 
has been good enough to say he will retire in my favor. 

“ Ee tire! she repeated. “How? I donT understand. 

“ From the first waltz,^^ the squire explained. 

There was a moment’s silence; then she asked, in a 
stifled voice, “ Did you ask him for it?” 

“ No, I didn’t, for I never thought he would have been 
willing to give it up,” answered Landover, simply. “ He 
gave it up, or rather offered to give it' up, of his own free 
will. I had no thought of asking such a thing.” 

For another moment or two there was silence again. 


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“ You^ll give it to me now, won^t you?'^ he asked, hum- 
bly. 

Oh, yes, to be sure,^^ returned Jane, coldly, then add- 
ed, in a strictly conventional tone, “ I shall be delighted — 
of course. 

It must be owned that the exuberance of Mr. Land- 
over’s joy was a little dashed by Jane Carmine’s cool re- 
ception of Lucy’s renunciation; then he remembered the 

ripe cherry ” theory, and consoled himself by calling her 
coldness and annoyance maiden modesty! That is not an 
uncommon thing with men and women who are in love. 

In his case, during the time that he had been moping 
over her rebuffs, he had, when he could not be in his 
stables, tried the effect upon his perturbed mind of reading 
poetry. He had come across one little bit which reminded 
him of Jane Carmine; he had read it a great many times 
over, partly because it suggested a good reason for her 
contrariness, thereby giving him much comfort, and partly 
because it was one of the very few little bits in that par- 
ticular volume which he could understand: 

“ A rose-bud. set with little willful thorns, 

And sweet as English air can make her.” 

So he looked down upon his rose-bud — about whom just 
then the little willful thorns were a particularly prominent 
feature — and loved her all the better that she seemed to 
set so little value upon him. Ah! well, well, so runs the 
world away! Geoffrey Landover was not satisfied with 
ripe cherries. When the dancing began, poor Mignon, 
standing beside young Darkey, had the pleasure of seeing 


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a very vexed-looking Jane Carmine go off into the giddy 
throng with the broad-shouldered, loud-voiced lord of Land- 
over Castle, while her devoted slave, Lai, remained quietly 
talking with the mistress of the house. 

Shall we begin said Darkey. 

Mignon put her hand out without speaking, and they, 
too, sailed oft' across the polished floor; but not for long. 
Everything seemed out of joint and awkward. 

“ Let us stop, exclaimed Mignon, who had no notion 
of dragging out a waltz that did not go. ‘‘I am tired, 
and — and your step does not suit mine somehow. Let us 
sit out. 

Young Darkey cared but little, one way or the other; 
and as they fell out of the circle of dancers they ran up 
against Booties, who looked at them keenly for a moment, 
then pinched the pink little ear which was nearest to him. 

‘‘ Why this revolution, little womanr^^ he asked. 

Mignon turned scarlet. “ It wasn^t my fault. Booties,^' 
she said; and then she looked up at Darkey, who had not 
the faintest idea what Captain Ferrers meant. 

“ We are going to sit out,^^ he said. No, I won^t let 
her get cold. Captain Ferrers; but the fact is — confiden- 
tially — ‘‘ my step don^t s^em to suit hers somehow;^^ and 
then he drew Mignon away. 

Mignon did not go, however, without a backward depre- 
cating glance at Booties. She would have liked to explain 
how Lucy had in a measure thrown her over, but that was 
of course impracticable just then; so she passed on, leav- 
ing Booties thinking, “ Oh, that’s it, is it? Bather have 
had Lucy, myself, he’s such a dear old chap. But I sup- 


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pose there is a difference in their ages; and after all, the 
child must settle that matter for herself/^ 


CHAPTER IX. 

THE OLD OKDER CHANGES. 

Toil on, hope on; for it is sweet — 

If not to win — to feel more worthy of her! 

Lytton. 

You’ve grown acquainted with your heart, 

And searehed what stirr’d it so. 

Alas! you found it love. 

Fletcher. 

When Booties parted from Darkey and Mignon he 
went in search of his wife, whom he found still chatting 
with Lucy. 

“ I met" the child with young Darkey/^ he said to his 
old friend. “ The old order changes. 

Lucy laughed; and so successful was the effort — oh, 
heavens! it tvas an effort — that even Booties, who certain- 
ly knew him better than any on this earth, and thought he 
could read him like a book, was deceived into believing 
that he was indifferent about it. 

“ The — er — king is dead, my dear chap,^^ he said; it 
is the fate of all kings. IVe had a— a— long wreign — er 
— almost a Jubilee; but as you — er — say, ‘ The old ord-ah 
changes.^ The king is — er — dead: long live the king!’^ 

Booties laughed long and heartily, as if it was the best 
joke that had come in his way for years, and Lucy joined 


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him with as brave a show of hilarity as was in him to dis- 
play. Booties never guessed, never suspected that his 
laughter sounded in his friend^s ears like the death-knell 
of his best and dearest love; never suspected that Lucy^s 
soft laughter was not an expression of mirth but of agony. 

But Mrs. Booties, although she was not generally con- 
sidered a clever woman, looked up with beautiful, startled 
eyes, her heart touched as her ear was caught by a bitter 
ring in the soft voice of her husband ^s best friend which 
was utterly new to her. 

The child has not kept up the old custom of the first 
waltz,^^ she said to herself, “ and he feels it. Well, it is 
only natural. 

Meantime young Darkey had sought out a comfortable 
resting-place in a short passage which led to the gun-room, 
and also by a side staircase to the upper floor of the house. 
In this passage, somewhat under the shadow of the stairs, 
stood an old lounge of the Chesterfield shape, and here 
Darkey suggested to Mignon that they should sit and rest 
themselves. 

“ It^s awfully jolly here. Miss Ferrers, don^t you 
know?^^ he told her; and then as^ Mignon sat listlessly 
down, went on: “ I^m so sorry my step don^t suit yours; I 
believe I^m not much of a dancer, don^t you know?’^ 

“ That^s very true, Darkey,^^ said she, being too vexed 
at the general turn of events to disguise her feelings at all; 
“ you can^t dance a bit.^^ 

“ Well, I know I can't. I never had much of a chance 
of learning, don't you know? A chap hasn't much chance 
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yet when he gets into the service. But there — leaning 
back comfortably, and stretching his long legs well out 
across the passage — after all, what^s dancing 

It is waltzing and so on,^^ replied Mignon, perversely. 
Yes, I know; but^^ — drawing his legs up, and lean- 
ing over on his elbow the better to impress his words upon 
her — ‘‘ what is it compared to some other things: hunting, 
shooting, fishing, fencing, fighting 

“ No,^^ murmured Mignon, remembering that Lucy did 
all those things excellently well, besides dancing to perfec- 
tion. 

And even those — what are they,^^ young Darkey con- 
tinued, to one^s power of loving?^ ^ 

Oh, no, no!^^ cried Mignon, getting frightened all at 
once. 

Young Darkey wriggled a few inches nearer. 

‘‘ Miss Ferrers — Mignon — I may say ‘ Mignon,^ mayn’t 
I? — I wish you would let me — ” 

‘‘ I think this is my dance. Miss Ferrers,” said a voice 
at that moment. 

The voice belonged to a figure which appeared through 
the gloom of the dimly lighted passage, and bore itself 
with a distinctly deprecating air, as if it might be intrud- 
ing upon a very sacred moment, and be anything but wel- 
come. 

Young Darkey looked fury and thunder; but Mignon 
jumped up with such alacrity, and replied in such glad 
tones, Oh, Mr. Northlyn, I was wondering if you had 
forgotteli me,” that the fury and thunder quickly changed 
to utter blankness as Mignon ’s joyous reception of the 


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new-comer fell upon his ear. And as they disappeared 
through the curtained door- way leading into the hall, 
he sat down again upon the sofa with a bump, thrust his 
hands deep into his pockets, and said a little swear which 
made quite a new man of him. 

“ Oh, she was frightened,^’ he said, when he had be- 
come this new man. ‘‘ I startled her; that was it. 
Women are always like that,” this youthful warrior went 
on to himself as he stretched his long legs out again, and 
settled himself into a more comfortable position. “ How- 
ever much they want a fellow, their instinct is always to 
put it off when the final moment comes;” and then he fell 
to calling Mignon his shy little bird, and many other such 
terms, and satisfied himself that his way was quite clear, 
that he had only to take care he did not frighten her — 
that was all. When he had reached this blissful state of 
feeling, he upheaved himself from the comfortable old 
lounge, and went off to join the giddy throng in the more 
frequented parts of the house. 

He was just in time to see Lucy finishing a waltz with 
Jane Carmine. Lucy was holding her stiffly and at 
arm’s-length, and looked- the picture of bored misery, 
while Jane tenderly clung to him, and had the air of being 
in Paradise. Young Darkey nearly laughed out aloud as 
he watched them. 

“ Lord, how gone she is on the major!” he thought. 

Poor soul, she might as well be gone on Booties himself 
as on that inveterate old bachelor. I wonder how Land- 
over likes it?” 

Landover apparently did not like it at all. He was 


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standing looking on at the little scene, his face disfigured 
by the blackest scowl, young Darkey thought, he had ever 
seen. 

But Lucy, who knew that the squire was engaged to 
Jane Carmine for the next dance, brought that lady up 
sharp and landed her beside him. 

Ah! Land — ov — ah, is that you?’^ he remarked, in 
his most serene and deliberate tones. “ The floor is in 
very good form to-night, is it not?^^ 

“ IJncommonly fit,^^ returned Landover, his face bright- 
ening visibly as his ‘‘ rose-bud drew near. “ I think the 
next dance is ours. Miss Jane, is it not?'^ he asked, with 
an air of diffidence which nearly sent young Darkey into 
a fit. 

‘ ^ Then I may as well resign you to Landover now. Miss 
Jane,^^ put in Lucy, with alacrity and his blandest air. 
“ I know you^d like Landover to get you some ice or cup 
or something, wouldn^t your^^ 

Now Jane certainly did not wish anything of the kind; 
but she could hardly say so, and was in a measure obliged 
to do just what she did do — that is, bend her head to 
Landover in token that she accepted his services, grin and 
look as pleased as was possible under the circumstances, 
and then — well, she gave Lucy a look as she went away 
holding Landover by the arm which made him feel for a 
minute as if he must be the biggest villain unhung. 

It was not many seconds before the instinct of self-pres- 
ervation came to Lucy ^s aid, and he told himself that he 
must be neither more nor less than an idiot, as he felt the 
aoftening influence fading away. 


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“ Mind, she^ll marry you, old chap, if you don^t keep 
a bright lookout,^’ his thoughts ran; “ and you don^t want 
to marry her, remember that.^’ 

He did not see Mignon anywhere about the ball-room; 
so, not being particularly interested in any one else, he 
sauntered out into the hall, where he met her alone, she 
having just parted from the owner of the voice under pre- 
tense of wishing to go upstairs. 

Now Mignon was the self-same Mignon who had been the 
queen of the Scarlet Lancers, and had ruled over her 
kingdom with a scepter of sweetness and a ball of light. 
She was not capable of sulking; and to be out of friends 
with those she loved, even for a moment, made her miser- 
able — so miserable that she was ready to do or say any 
mortal thing which would bring out the sunshine again. 

It was the old Mignon, the dear, tender-hearted child of 
the days gone by, who ran up to Lucy then and caught his 
arm. 

“ Lai, aren’t you going to ask me to dance?” she said, 
reproachfully. 

“ I did ask — or stay! What was the good of asking you 
when you told me you had already engaged yourself, Mign- 
on?” he said, gently. 

“ Only after I thought you wanted to dance with Jane 
Carmine rather than with me,” Mignon answered, with 
deepest reproach in eyes and voice. 

“ I couldn’t help Miss Jane making a mistake, Mign- 
on,” said Lucy, who had hard work to keep himself from 
breaking through all rules of etiquette and taking her to 
his heart then and there. 


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“ A mistake! And you did not anh her?^’ 

“ No; I told you so, Mignon,^^ he reminded her. 

“ Ah! I was too angry to listen, rejoined the girl, 
frankly. “ Well, are you going to dance with me nowr^^ 

“ Yes, if you care to dance with such an old fogy,^^ said 
Lucy, smilingly. 

Mignon opened her lovely eyes and looked at him with 
the most intense astonishment. 

‘‘An old fogy, Lal!^^ she repeated; “why, what are 
you dreaming about?^’ 

“Nothing — nothing,^^ returned Lucy, feeling all at 
once quite a boy again. “ There is the music. Shall we 
go?'" 

Mignon turned toward the ball-room, which was one of 
the finest in the county, without a word, and a moment 
later they were floating along over the polished floor. 

Two pairs of jealous eyes were watching them: Jane 
Carmine^s and those which graced young Darkey^s head; 
she, jealous of the different air and exquisite contentment 
in Lucy’s whole bearing; he, driven almost wild by the 
unutterable happiness on Mignon’s fair face. 

“ Surely the major does not mean to marry her,” young 
Darkey thought, in something like despair; “because, if 
he does, it’s all up with me. But, hang it all, he’s got 
such a devilish lot of seniority to her! Besides, it’s absurd 
— and he is not rich or — or — anything but senior. Oh, 
it’s absurd! I dare say Mignon’s fond of him — in fact 
I’m sure she is, dear little pussy-cat; so she ought to be, 
for he has always been a sort of second father to her; but 


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as for marrying her, why, it^s as absurd as it would be for 
Booties himself. 

But all the same, he caught himself wishing more than 
once that Mignon would not look quite so happy. ‘‘ It^s 
because the major ^s such a devil of a hand at dancing, 
the lad told himself. ‘‘ What a pity my step don^t suit 
hers!^^ 


CHAPTEE X. 

A STARTLING ANNOUNCEMENT. 

A peevish. April day — 

A little sun; a little rain. 

Kirke White. 

A WEEK had gone by. Such a week! Seven mornings, 
seven afternoons, seven evenings, seven nights — an eter- 
nity of feverish hopes and doubts and fears, sighs and smiles 
and tears! 

Seven mornings spent now in sunshine, now in rain; 
seven afternoons spent chiefly in playing the noble game 
of cross-purposes; seven evenings spent in a pleasant 
variety entertainment of violent flirtation, passionate 
glances, the utterance of tender little speeches breathed 
into unwilling ears, tempered by icy gentleness, studied 
politeness, and forced gayety. 

In truth, the house-party at Ferrers ’s Court was not the 
most pleasant one which had ever been gathered there; 
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looked suspiciously like tears in her sweet eyes, that she 
could not tell what was amiss with every one. 

Nothing seems to go smoothly now, Algy,^^ she said, 
piteously, to Booties at the end of the seventh day. 

“ Who is it that is wrong?’ ^ Booties asked. 

“ Well, I don’t know, dear; but I think that Mr. Land- 
over wants Jane Carmine, and Jane Carmine seems to 
have set her heart upon Major Lucy, which is really very 
stupid of the girl, because Major Lucy will certainly never 
look at her. It’s so silly,” she wound up with an ag- 
grieved sigh, “ throwing away such a good chance as 
Geoffrey Landover for a man who won’t even look at her 
if he can help it. And Jane Carmine is not what eveiy 
man with Geoffrey’s position would look at.” 

You wouldn’t have minded throwing away a good 
chance in my favor,” suggested Booties, slipping his arm 
round her wjiist. 

No, perhaps not; but I should not have made a 
whole household uncomfortable,” Mrs. Booties declared, 
vexedly. 

I don’t know; you contrived to make this very house, 
or at least the master of it, uncommonly uncomfortable at 
one time,” cried Booties, with a jolly laugh. ‘‘There, I 
wouldn’t trouble myself about it if I were you, my dar- 
ling. Depend upon it, it will all diy straight — it will dry 
straight. ” 

But Mrs. Booties’s face did not clear. 

“ I don’t know what has come to Mignon,” she said, 
doubtfully. “ Have you noticed how very much altered 
the child is?” 


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“ Howr^’ asked Booties, answering one question by 
another. 

‘‘ She is so variable, so hard to please; in fact, I never 
know what will please her. And she’s so — so — capricious 
— almost, what if one was speaking of any one but sunny 
Mignon, one might call ill-tempered! I don’t know what 
has come to the child, who used to be the sunshine of the 
house — everybody’s pleasure, everybody’s delight! I’m 
very much afraid, Algy, that that horrid French school 
has utterly spoiled her; and ” — with a little sob — “ I’m 
really so unhappy about it I don’t know what to do. ” 

“ It will all dry straight; don’t worry yourself, my dar- 
ling,” Booties murmured. “ The child is a child still, 
though she has attained the wish of years and ‘ grown up a 
young lady;’ and I fancy young Darkey’s adoration rather 
bothers her. It seems to me that she’s divided between 
that and her desire not to have old Lai shoved into the 
background; it’s natural, quite natural, for she was always 
devoted to him; and — er — in fact, I had an idea that 
everything would be very different, only this young Darkey 
coming along seems to have upset everything. But there, 
my darling, we must let the young folk settle these little 
details for themselves. Don’t you worry about it; depend 
upon it, it will all dry straight. ” 

It was, however, but a momentary comfort that Mrs. 
Booties derived from these remarks; for with the follow- 
ing day it became painfully evident to her that, to all out- 
ward appearances, the “drying straight” process was as 
far off as the millennium. Instead of getting better the 
state of affairs decidedly got worse. Jane Carmine flouted 


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the squire of Landover more openly and more unkindly 
than she had ever done before, and on his side the squire 
seemed to find the little willful thorns surrounding his 
rose-bed much more prominent than the charms of the 
floweret; the lad Darkey had become so desperate, that to 
put himself out of his misery he would right willingly and 
gladly have dared all and risked all; only Mignon never 
gave him the very smallest chance of speaking out except 
when Major Lucy happened to be present, at which time 
she was always willing to laugh and talk with him in ap- 
parently the most friendly way possible. But the sight of 
Lucy^s serene face proved to be too much for young 
Darkey's self-possession; and somehow, at such times, he 
was never able to get the all-important words out. 

As for Mignon, as her mother had very truly said to 
Booties, she seemed to be utterly altered, and not for the 
better. 

A decided coolness had sprung up between herself and 
Lucy, exactly how and why either of them would have 
found it hard to say; to a certain extent it is immaterial. 
A coolness had sprung up between them; and although 
Lucy's serenity and gentleness of manner remained out- 
wardly unruffled, all the old doubts and fears had come 
back in full force. The river of years which divided him 
from Mignon (and Darkey) had grown so wide and broad 
and strong that it seemed to him as if no bridge could ever 
be built to span it. 

But Mignon made not the smallest attempt to build any 
such a bridge. She had taken to calling him Major 
Lucy I and however much she moped and pined for the 


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good old days in private, she certainly was very successful 
in hiding her feelings from the friend of her childhood. 
When he was to the front she just went in for young 
Darkey with an artless, childish air which made Lucy 
think that the engagement was but a work of time, and 
sent Ms hopes down to zero, if it did not extinguish them 
altogether. And then, by way of relieving her agony, she 
one evening when there was a small and informal dance at 
the Court, changed her tactics, and set out all her charms 
for the delectation of Geoffrey Landover — not a little to 
Jane Carmine^s amazement, and, I may add, unmitigated 
disgust, and a very great deal to that gentleman’s surprise 
and complaisance. 

Jane,” whispered Sophia, sharply, to her sister, whom 
she made no secret of thinking the biggest fool to be found 
in the wide world, “ Mignon Ferrers has danced three 
times with Mr. Landover, and you’ll lose him altogether if 
you don’t mind. How can you be so silly as to let a little 
chit, a boarding-school miss like that, take him away from 
under your very nose?” 

Oh, he’ll never look at Mignon,” returned Jane, with 
an air of security, though she had no such feeling in her 
heart. “ I say, Sophy, why don’t you go in for him your- 
self? I wish you would.” 

“ I would if it could be of the slightest use,” Sophy re- 
plied, promptly; “ but, as you know well enough, he has 
never cast so much as a glance at me; so what’s the 
good?” 

Poor ill-used Geoffrey Landover was so astonished at 
Mignon ’s new departure that his spirits went up as high as 


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Lucy^s had gone down, and he gave himself up to the en- 
joyment of the moment with an alacrity and a power of 
making the most of a good time, such as drew down half a 
dozen sharp and searching glances from Jane upon them, 
and presently brought her across the room with a resolute 
air of being determined to stand no nonsense. 

She very quickly contrived to take Landover away from 
Mignon; for although she did not want him herself, and 
would infinitely prefer to marry Lucy, yet she was not in- 
clined to see Mignon the mistress of Landover Castle while 
she was yet simple Jane Carmine, mistress of nothing at 
all. 

Mignon ^s discovery that she could make that particular 
bear dance almost at will, did not tend to smooth over the 
undeniably rufified plumage of the circle at the Court just 
then. She played upon that string a good deal — not out 
of any malice, poor child, or from any wish to hurt the 
tender feelings of others, but because to go and flirt (it 
really was flirting, pure and simple, for she meant noth- 
ing by it) with Geoffrey Landover took her away from the 
tediousness of staving off young Darkey^s ardor, and also 
roused Jane Carmine up to a sense of her duty. 

But although Mignon^s meaning was innocent enough, 
the effect was most disastrous to the success of Mrs. 
Ferrers ^s house-party; the domestic horizon grew more 
and more clouded and sullen, Mrs. Booties got more 
frightened and uneasy (indeed, one might have imag- 
ined that she expected bloodshed — a meeting with rapiers 
out in the park, or the discovery of Jane Carmine with her 
throat cut from ear to ear, and the open window of her 


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bedroom showing which way the murderer had flown after 
wreaking his vengeful jealousy upon her), and Booties 
himself — only restrained from speaking out and trying to 
bring the various lovers to a reasonable understanding by 
his wife^s piteous entreaties that he would not interfere — 
more than once announced his intention of taking a trip 
to Monte Carlo, just by way of getting into a fresh atmos- 
phere. 

‘‘ Do, dear Algy, darling, not interfere, she cried, in 
her most coaxing accents. “ You don^t know ^wliat harm 
it might do. It will all — all — ^you know as you said, dear 
— it will all — dry straight,” 

And so the winter days went on until the time of Lucy^s 
leave had almost expired, and also that of St. John Stan- 
ley; there were, in fact, only six days left to them. By 
this time the house was filled to overflowing; for the 
much - talked - of ball, which would formally introduce 
Mignon into society, had been fixed to take place on the 
second of those last six nights. 

The presence of a large number of guests was a great 
relief to everybody, even to Jane Carmine herself, who 
with Sophy would terminate her long visit on the third day 
after the ball. 

It happened that toward the close of the afternoon of 
the day before the ball Lucy said to his hostess, “ Mrs. 
Booties, I^ve got to write a letter of importance; if I go 
into Booties’s den I shall be out of evewrybody’s way.” 

“Yes, do; and nobody will disturb you at all,” re- 
turned Mrs. Booties, kindly. 

So Lucy betook himself off, passed through the library. 


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where half a dozen people were writing letters, and shut 
himself up in his old friend’s little den, where he sat down 
and steadily waded through a lawyer’s letter, and then 
wrote an answer thereto. 

“ I think I’ll have a pipe now,” said he to himself, as 
he stuck the stamp on the envelope. 

He looked at his watch; it was just a quarter to five — 
plenty of time for a pipe before tea would be going in the 
hall. 

He pulled a big chair up to the fire and established him- 
self therein, filled his- pet pipe — one which had been well 
seasoned without being too strong — and having set it 
agoing gave himself up to the dreamy pleasure of contem- 
plation. Naturally his thoughts reverted to Mignon. 
How charming she had looked when she came in to lunch 
that day, having just returned from a brisk walk across 
the park, her fair silky hair all blown about by the wind, 
and her round young cheeks crimsoned by the sharp ex- 
ercise! But by and bye he had noticed that the warm 
blood faded out of her cheekS;, leaving them perfectly 
white, and then the round young face began to look very 
wan, and dark lines came out under the eyes; and once he 
had caught her soft eyes turned full upon him, and felt his 
heart throb as — as only Mignon had ever been able to 
make it. But a minute afterward she had spoken to him 
about some trivial every-day matter, and call him Major 
Liccy ! Poor Lucy! He gave a great sigh at the very 
thought of it. Major Lucy ! 

But now thinking over it all, he remembered that he 
had not noticed young Darkey’s having spoken to Mignon 


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during the whole of the meal, although he was only sepa- 
rated from her by one person. Had they quarreled, he 
wondered? Had young Darkey gone into a hulf about 
something? and was he making the child miserable with 
his confounded airs and graces? Devil take the young 
fool! he had a right good mind to punch his head for him; 
and then his thoughts were put to flight by the sound of 
an imperative knock upon the door. 

Da-da, cried a little voice on the other side, “ope- 
door. Mat wamp turn in.^^ 

Lucy knew the formula, “ Mat wamp turn in,^^ which 
meant that little Madge was without and demanded en- 
trance. So he got up and opened the door, that the im- 
perious little roly-poly might come in. 

She looked round with an air of dignity. 

“ Wamp da-da now,^^ she said, in a threatening tone. 

“ Da-da’s out,” Lucy explained, blandly. 

Madge looked round again, pointed to a box of choco- 
lates which stood on the mantel-shelf, and issued a com- 
mand. 

“ Wamp sweets now. ” 

Lucy lifted her upon his knee and let her help herself; 
and so they sat contentedly for some minutes — he hold- 
ing her fast, she with a little velvet-soft arm around his 
neck, munching blissfully at the bonbons. 

All at once she pushed the box away, and stroked his 
face with the other little soft hand. 

“ De — ar Loo — ty,” she murmured. 

“ How like Mignon you are, child,” cried Lucy, hug- 
ging her close to him. 


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Madge looked up at him with solemn eyes full of a new 
idea: “ Mignon/^ she said, in a tone of positive assertion, 
‘‘ tiss— Jack.’' 


CHAPTER XL 

MIGNON— TISS— jack!" 

A truer, nobler, trustier heart, 

More loving or more loyal, never beat 
Within a human breast. 

Byron. 

An unlesson’d girl, unschool’d, unpractis’d: 

Happy in this, she is not yet so old 
But she may learn; happier than this. 

She is not bred so dull but she can learn; 

Happiest of all is, that her gentle spirit 
Commits itself to yours to be directed. 

Merchant of Venice. 

Mignon," said little Madge, in a tone of positive as- 
sertion, “ tiss — Jack!" and finding that Lucy had nothing 
to say about it, repeated it again and again and again, un- 
til it passed into a kind of chant. 

“ Mignon — tiss — Jack! 

Tiss — Jack — tiss Jack! 

Tiss— Jack!” 

Like all very little children, she was inordinately proud 
of having acquired a new phrase, and said it over and over, 
until it became sing-song, and the childish brain a trifle 
mixed, ^lie said it, too, until Lucy was nearly mad. 


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At first the words had set his heart beating violently, as 
hearts do throb and flutter at bad news; then it calmed 
down to a dull, dead aching, and the black blankness of 
utter despair settled down upon him and took complete 
possession of him. 

Mechanically he took off the lid of the bonbon box when 
the child demanded, “ wamp more sweets now;’^ and as 
mechanically opened the door, and then that of the library, 
when she by and by issued another imperious command: 

“ Mat wamp mum-ma now; Mat wamp tea. 

But when he had seen the little mite safely into the hall 
where he could hear, by Mrs. Bootles^s soft laugh, the mis- 
tress of the house was sitting, he went back into his 
friend^s little den, and shut himself in with his new trouble 
alone. 

It had fallen at last — the blow which he had been dread- 
ing so many weary, weary days. It was all over; Mignon 
had passed out of his life, and he would be nothing more 
to her now than “ a sort of father. 

It was natural enough. St. John Stanley was young, 
rich, well-born, a handsome lad, and a good lad, too, in 
his way, with a taking manner, even if he had the devifs 
own temper behind those blazing black eyes of his. It was 
natural enough; for he was young, and Lucy felt so old — 
so old! 

He filled his pipe again as mechanically as he had taken 
the lid of Madge^s goody-box; he even lighted it, and be- 
gan to smoke furiously. But it did not last; after a few 
minutes the red glow waxed duller and duller, and pres- 
ently it went out altogether. 


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Still he sat there staring into the fire. Just for all the 
world as Booties had sat twelve years before, when Miss 
Grace had said positively that she could not marry him. 

But it was very different in reality. Captain Ferrers had 
known that the woman he loved cared for him; he had 
seen it in every look and gesture, heard it in every word 
that fell from her lips. Lucy had no such consolation; on 
the contrary, the little child ^s innocent words had sounded 
in his ears like the death-knell of all his hopes, the death- 
knell of his love. Mignon had given herself to his rival; 
and here Lucy laughed out aloud at the idea of young 
Darkey, with his few months of service, standing in such 
a relation to him. Well, well, as he had said not long ago 
to Booties, the old order changes: “ The king is dead; 
long live the king!^^ 

He sat there, holding his neglected pipe between his 
fingers, for a long time; the blazing fire became one bright 
red heart, then grew dull, and slipping down in the grate, 
became no more than a handful of live cinders. Still he 
sat on, until by and by the door burst open, and handsome 
Pearl appeared upon the threshold. 

“Oh, Major Lucy,^^ she began, “mother wants to 
know if you have finished your letters?’^ 

“ Yes, Pearl, I have finished, he said, quietly. 

“ Then wonT you come to tea? Mother has just had a 
fresh lot in— and some fresh muffins. Do, Major Lucy. ” 

He roused himself at once. “ I will come. I believe I 
was half asleep, he answered. 

The Ferrers children were one and all exceedingly fond 
of him, though they had never been on the same footing 


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of absolute familiarity with him as Mignon had been; but 
Pearl knew him well enough to slip her hand under his 
arm, and gabble on about her pony and some wonderful 
sharpness he had shown that afternoon, as they passed 
through the library to the hall. Por the first time in his 
life Lucy was devoutly thankful that Mrs. Perrers had 
never allowed her younger children to address him as 
“ Lal;^^ for now that Mignon had abandoned the pleasant 
habit, it would have been unbearable to have it taken up 
by the five youngsters of the family. No, Mignon had 
given it up of her own free will, and no other should ever 
call him so. Of that he was determined. 

Mrs. Perrers looked up with a smile as he drew near her 
table. “ Have you got through your letters?^^ she asked, 
in her pleasant and friendly tones. 

‘‘ Yes — thanks, returned Lucy, smiling also — “ terwri- 
ble bore lawyers^ letters are.^^ 

“ There was only remarked Pearl, in a very clear 
and distinct voice, and it wasnT a thick one at all.^^ 

“But it took a lot of thinking out, returned Luc}’’, 
promptly; for if he had broken his heart, he had not lost 
his wits by any means. 

Mrs. Perrers laughed good-naturedly. “ Pearl has yet 
to fathom the mysteries of lawyers^ letters,’"' she said, as 
she handed to Lucy the cup of tea which she had just 
poured out. 

“ Happy Pearl,” murmured Lucy, with his wisest air. 

He looked round for Mignon then, and found her sitting 
in the middle of a group of gay young people who were 


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chattering like a flock of magpies; but St. John Stanley 
was not one of them, nor was he in the hall at all. 

“ Waiting about to get hold of Booties and get every- 
thing settled/^ said Lucy to himself. 

But if that was so, young Darkey was not able to carry 
out his design; for a few minutes later Booties, followed 
by one or two other men, came in clad in pink, and 
clamoring loudly for tea. Lucy was one of the most gen- 
erous men living; there was not a shade of meanness in 
his character; but it must be owned that he felt a certain 
thrill of satisfaction that everything had not fallen out ex- 
actly as this young Alexander had planned. 

When Booties had kissed his wife and had got his tea, 
he nudged Lucy, that he might attract his attention. 

“ I say, old fellow,^ ^ he whispered, “ the fair Jane's 
time is getting short now, so she’s giving Landover a few 
crumbs of comfort to console him. ” 

“ I wish she’d give him the whole loaf,” replied Lucy. 

“You ungrateful beggar!” laughed Booties, with an- 
other nudge. 

“Yes, I know, but I hate wryebwread,” said Lucy, 
plaintively. 

Booties positively roared. “ Well, I must put a stop to 
their billing and cooing,” he laughed, “for Landover’s 
got to dress in my room, and I shall take an extra long 
time to-night. ” 

“ Pwray don’t!” cried Lucy, in alarm, “or at least let 
me clear out first. It wants an age to dwressing-time yet, 
and— and — pwray let me clear out first;” for during the 
last week or two, when Mr. Landover had been at the 


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Court for any afternoon festivity, and was remaining for the 
evening, he had brought his things over and dressed there; 
and since the house had been so unusually full, as it had 
been for several days past, he had dressed in Bootles^s 
dressing-room a little earlier than usual. 

In dread that if Mr. Landover was sent off to dress, 
Jane Carmine would certainly get hold of him and keep 
him talking to her for half an hour (an infliction which, 
just then, Lucy felt he simply could not stand), Lucy went 
off to his own room long before the dressing-bell rang. 
Up to that time young Darkey had not appeared, and 
Lucy wondered if he had rushed off to the nearest town to 
buy an engagement-ring or some offering of that kind. 

He stopped every now and then to think how lovely 
Mignon had looked. How — But there, what was the 
good of thinking about her? He had loved her better than 
she had ever loved him, and he must learn to do without 
her, and the sooner the better. 

He wondered, though, whether she and Darkey would 
stay in the Scarlet Lancers now. If they did, it was very 
certain that he would have to go. His self-possession was 
one of his best gifts; it was out of the common good, bet- 
ter than most men^s, but it was not equal to that. And 
he felt that it would be hard if he was driven out of his 
old regiment, even if it was by Mignon. 

He did not dawdle about his room after he was dressed, 
but went down, as usual, by way of the little stair leading 
to Booties's den. Strangely enough, Jane Carmine had 
never discovered the secret of that stair — perhaps because 
very few guests at the Court were made free of the den. 


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True, she had once or twice been down early and had 
captured him in the drawing-room; but then Lucy had 
conceived the idea of putting in the few minutes in the den 
itself, and Jane, having watched and waited about in vain, 
was fairly bamboozled. 

This evening Lucy believed that he was much earlier 
than he was; but he went down as soon as he was ready, 
for one reason because he was restless, and could not stay 
quietly anywhere. He reached the den in safety, and to 
his surprise, when he pushed the door open, found Mignon 
sitting at the table, an open letter before her, and resting 
her head upon her hand. 

She was still in her day-dress, and when she looked up 
he saw that there were tears upon her cheeks. 

‘‘I — I — beg your pardon, Mignon,’^ he said, rather 
awkwardly, and preparing to retreat; I did not know 
any one was here.^^ 

But Mignon sprung hastily to her feet. 

‘‘ Why need you run away because I am here, Lal?^^ 
she said, in a tone of deep reproach. “ Any one would 
think 1 was a leper. 

Something in her tone, something in her face all at once 
made Lucy draw nearer to her, hope springing high once 
more, and such a wild joy throbbing in his heart that he 
could hardly force himself to speak; but all the same he 
did manage to speak, and to the point. 

‘‘ Mignon, he said, breathlessly, ‘‘ what do you mean? 
Is it twrue what little Madge told me this afternoon — that 
you and young Darkey are — he had been about to say 
“ engaged, but Mignon cast a glance of such unmitigated 


92 


mignon's husbakd. 


scorn and contempt upon him that the word literally froze 
upon his lips; and then she hid her face upon her hands, 
and broke into a storm of passionate sobs and tears, in the 
midst of which a solemn footman, all plush and powder, 
opened the door gently and said, in a perfectly unmoved 
voice, as if violent storms of weeping were the most every- 
day occurrences possible, ‘ ‘ Dinner is served, sir, and Mrs. 
Ferrers wished me to say that all the company is assem- 
bled.^^ 

Wait a minute,^ ^ said Lucy, catching up a pencil and 
paper, and scrawling upon it, 

“ Something has upset Mignon; she can’t come to din- 
ner. I’ll stop with her. Don’t say a word to a soul; I’ll 
slip in presently.” 

He twice scored a line under the word don’t,” and 
twisting the note up, told the servant to hand it to Mrs. 
Ferrers without making any more display of it than was 
possible; and then when the fellow had departed he turned 
back to Mignon and laid his hand upon her shoulder. 

“ What does it all mean, my sweetheart?” he asked, 
tenderly. “ What is all this that has come between us 
lately — you and I, who used to be so much to one an- 
other?” 

“ It’s being grown up,” Mignon broke out. ‘‘I hate 
being grown up. I hate it! You’ve never been the same 
to me since, and — and people say things now they wouldn’t 
have dared to say when I was little; even that Darkey 
says — ” and here her sobs choked her once more. 

“ What has he been saying?” demanded Lucy, per- 
emptorily. 


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93 


“ He says he^ll blow his brains out if I won^t promise to 
marry him — him/^ she repeated, with withering con- 
tempt. 

It must be admitted that at this point Lucy went ofi into 
fits of laughter; ay, serene and quiet Lucy laughed until 
the tears rolled down his cheeks. 

As for Mignon, she sat up and regarded him with 
solemn and reproachful eyes. ‘‘ I canH see anything to 
laugh at,^^6he said, with dignity. 

My sweetheart,^' said Lucy, smihng still, “it is good 
to laugh sometimes; I have not laughed for weeks. BonH 
say that you hate to be gwrown up; it is lovely to be 
gwrown up, if evewrything else goes all wright.^^ 

“But everything has gone wrong, cried Mignon, her 
eyes filling with tears once more. 

“ But, sweetheart, evewrything will go wright if only 
you will tell me one thing, he cried; “ if only you will 
tell me that you think you are quite old enough to be mar- 
wried now. 

“ To Darkey exclaimed Mignon. 

Lucy caught her in his arms — “ No, not to Darkey, my 
sweetheart; but if you think your old Lai is not too old, 
and too fatherly, and — And then — well, to be candid, 
I donT know how it was, but Mignon gave a smothered 
little cry, and in its birth young Darkey's chance died. 


94 


MIGl^ON^S HUSBAND. 


CHAPTEK XIL 

MIGNON^S HUSBAND. 

Very fair — in tlie glory of her youth; 

Golden-haired and perfect-featured; sunshine from her face; 

On her lips a strength of purpose; in her eyes a depth of truth; 

Nothing mean and nothing selfish in her noble heart — 

Womanhood her grandeur; her simplicity is grace. 

Howitt. 

For the space of half an hour — one of those delicious 
golden hours which come to us now and again during the 
course of lifers fitful fever — Lucy and his sweetheart sat 
together in Bootles^s dingy little den telling their love; 
then Lucy remembered that Mignon had eaten very little 
lunch that day, and also that she must show in the draw- 
ing-room a while later. 

“ You must go to dwress, my darling, he said; “ I will 
get hold of one of the servants and send some dinner up to 
your wroom. And Mrs. Booties will be uneasy; she thinks 
you are ill all this .time. But first tell me — how came 
little Madge to tell me such a tale of you?^^ 

“ What did she tell you? Why, Lai dear, that mite is 
not capable of telling you anything, Mignon cried. 

“ Oh, but she is; she told me solemnly, and with evi- 
dent understanding, ‘ Mignon tiss — Jach !* ^ ^ 

Mignon laughed out loud; such a gay and joyous peal of 
mirth as had not passed her lips since she had come home 
from “ that horrid French school, which had utterly 


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95 


spoiled her/^ “ Oh, what a joke!” Fancy, in the short 
space of half an hour, the very sentence which had caused 
Lucy the most intense agony had come to be “ a joke 
That is the world all over. “ It is Madge's last long sen- 
tence. Mary, you know, is the under-nurse, and Mary is 
spoons with one of the keepers, who is called ‘ Jack. ' A 
day or two ago she must have seen Mary and Jack — er — 
spooning, you know, for she has been saying, ‘ Maimie tiss 
Jack ' all day long. I dare say she got a little mixed 
when she gave you my name instead of Mary's; but — but 
— it wasn't me, Lai, I'll give you my word for that." 

He saw her safely up the little stair, and then went off 
to find a friendly servant who would send up some sort of 
dinner to Miss Ferrers's room ; and having done this, he 
quietly went into the dining-room and slipped into a vacant 
place beside Mrs. Ferrers, regardless of the fact that Jane 
Carmine was on the other side of it. 

Mrs. Ferrers looked up anxiously. “ What is wrong 
with the child?" she whispered; then caught the expres- 
sion of blissful happiness upon his face, and said, Major 
Lucy — Cecil — what is it?" 

‘‘iN'othing; I'll tell you afterward. Mignon is all 
Wright now. She has gone up to dwress, and I told one of 
the men to send some dinner up to her. That was wright, 
wasn't it?" 

“ Quite right. Your note made me so uneasy, but I 
didn't say a word to any one." 

“ Thanks, many, for that," murmured Lucy, grate- 
fully. 

Her attention was called away then, and Lucy devoted 


9G 


3IIGN0N"S husband. 


his to his dinner, turning, however, very gallantly to Jane 
Carmine when she addressed him in her meekest, most 
feminine, and plaintive voice. 

“ Has anything happened to Mignon, Major Lucy?^^ she 
asked, with an air of extreme anxiety. 

“ She was prevented from coming to dinner, that was 
all. Miss Jane,^^ he answered, leaning back in his chair, 
and looking at her with eyes so filled with love that poor 
Jane was fairly dazzled. 

Young Darkey noticed the alteration in the major^s 
manner too, and knew, poor lad, by the quick, true in- 
stinct of love, that an explanation had taken place, that 
the major had won the day, and that all hope for him was 
over. He was a brave lad, although he had made that 
foolish threat to Mignon about blowing his brains out; 
and he did not wait to learn the worst in the ordinary 
way. As soon as the ladies had left the room he swag- 
gered round the table and took a chair next to the major. 

“ Have you anything to tell me, major? he asked, 
bluntly. 

Lucy looked at him, wishing to spare him pain and 
break it gently. 

“ Is it all up?” he asked, huskily. 

“ I^m afwraid so. Darkey,” said Lucy, simply. 

He sat perfectly still for a moment, as if the verdict was 
too much for him. ‘‘ Dm off to-night, major; do you 
mind saying ‘ good-bye ^ to Ferrers and Ms wife — and — 
and Mignon?” 

“ You’ll do nothing wrash?” asked Lucy. 


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97 


‘‘ Oh, no; whatever I am, I^m not a coward. But I 
shall get out of the Scarlet Lancers as soon as I can.^^ 

“ I^m awfully sorwry for you, dear lad,^^ murmured 
Lucy, pitifully. 

“ Yes, it was no use — I knew it all along; but you gave 
me a fair chance, major, and 1^11 not forget it. Good- 
bye. 

He disappeared then, and Lucy went up to Bootles^s end 
of the table, the men having already begun to move to- 
ward the hall, for they seldom sat more than ten minutes 
after the flight of the ladies. 

Bootles,^^ he said, “ come into the den with me before 
you go into the dwrawing-wroom; Fve got something to 
tell you.^^ 

‘^All right, old chap, Booties answered; ‘‘1^11 come 
now.^^ 

But when they reached the den he turned round and 
gripped hold of his old friend ^s hand — gripped it hard. 

“ You needn^t tell me, old fellow, for I know,^^ he said, 
gladly — one glance at your face told me what had hap- 
pened. I needn^t tell you that I^m glad, Lucy; you know 
it has always been the wish of my heart. God bless you, 
old fellow! the child chose a treasure when she chose 
you.^^ 

^ :ic * * ^ 

An hour later Geoffrey Landover and Jane Carmine sat 
on the old sofa in the narrow passage leading to the gun- 
room. 

“ I had no idea,^^ Mr. Landover was saying, ‘‘ that 
Lucy was thinking about Ferrers^s little daughter. 


98 


MIGITON’S HUSBAITD. 


“ Oh, I had,^^ said Jane, with a little air being be- 
hind the scenes and knowing all about it; “ but then, of 
course, it was a secret, and I couldn^’t say anything about 
iU* 

“ No, of course not — of course not. Well, I wish them 
joy, every joy; only wish I was going to follow his ex- 
ample; but^ — but what lady would look at a great hulking 
clod like me?^^ and he really believed what he said. 

“I don^t see why she shouldn’t,'^ murmured Jane, 
coquettishly. She was determined that Mignon, although 
she had won Major Lucy, should not crow over her as an 
engaged young lady. 

Mr. Landover edged a trifle nearer, making the old 
lounge groan and creak beneath his substantial weight. 

‘‘ Jane,^^ he began, desperately, “ I^m a plain man, I 
know, but I^m very well olT, and I’ve got the finest place 
in the county — this ain’t a patch upon it — and you might 
do just as you like in every way — trample me in the dirt 
under your feet if you like, and have a new frock every 
day in the year. Oh, Jane, only say you will — by Jove, 
you’ll make me the proudest and happiest fellow in Eng- 
land!” 

“ There’s only one thing,” sighed Jane, with a demure 
smile and a downcast look. 

Yes — and that?” eagerly. 

“ Well, I must say I should like my husband just to 
love me a little bit,” whispered Jane, very softly. 

And after awhile they went back to the world troth- 
plighted! Oh, Jane Carmine, Jane Carmine! that fancy 
of yours for Major Lucy did wonders for you. Instead of 


MIGNOK^S HUSBAND. 


99 


leaving you to wither on the virgin thorn, it transformed 
you into 

“ A rose-bud set with little willful thorns,”' 

and between the two there is a difference as great as the 
poles are far asunder! 

But somehow, try as he will. Major Lucy can not make 
his sweetheart Mignon see it in that light at all! 

“I don^t like Jane Carmine, she always says, “and 
Jane Carmine hates me;’^ and Lucy knows perfectly well 
that Mignon is right. 


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Dickens 10 

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Dove in the Eagle’s Nest, The. 

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field’s Journey. ByMissM. E. 

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745 For Another’s Sin ; or, A Strug- 
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906 He, by the author of “ King 
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572 Healey. By Jessie Fothergill. 20 
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391 Heart of Mid-Lothian, The. By 

Sir Walter Scott 20 

695 Hearts: Queen, Knave, and 
Deuce, By David Christie 

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741 Heiress of Ililldrop, The; or. 
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“ Homeward Bound.”) By J. 

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from the Life of a Spinstei*. 


Charlotte M. Yonge. 1st half 20 


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from the Life of a Spinster. 
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AA’iuter. (Illustrated) 10 

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In a Grass Country. By Airs. 

H. Lovett Cameron 20 

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Red House. By Mary E. 

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857 Kildee; or, The Sphinx of the 
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Kilmeny. By William Black.. 20 
King Arthur. Not a Love Story. 

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King Solomon’s Mines. By H. 

Rider Haggard 20 

King Solomon’s Wives; or. The 
Phantom Mines. By Hj-der 

Ragged. (Illustrated) 2( 

Klytia: A Story of Heidelberg 
Castle. By George Taylor, .. 2( 

Lady Audley ’s Secret. By Miss 

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Lady Branksmere. By “The 

Duchess ” 20 

Lady Castlemaine’s Divorce; or. 
Put Asunder. By Chailotte 
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Thorne” 20 

Lady Clare ; or. The Master of 
the Forges, From the French 

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Lady Darner’s Secret; or, A 
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Thorne ” 2( 

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“ Dora Thornn ” 20 

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ser's Treasure. By Mrs. Alex. 

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of “Dora Thorne” 10 

Lady Lovelace. By the author 

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Middlemas 20 

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774 Life and Travels of Mungo 

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Chrisfie Murray 

617 Like Dian’s Kiss. By “ Rita ”. 

S07 Like no Other Love. By Char- 
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“ Dora Thorne ’’ 10 

402 Lilliesleaf: or. Passages in the 
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of Boston. By J. Fenimoi*e 

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797 Look Before You Leap. By 
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Mabel Collins 20 

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more. Second half 20 

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of New York Twenty Years 
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453 Lottery Ticket, The, By F. Du 

Boisgobey 20 

479 Louisa. By Katharine S. Mac- 

quoid 20 

742 Love and Life. By Charlotte 

M. Yonge 20 

273 Love and Mirage; or, The Wait- 
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232 Love and Money: or, A Peril- 
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Stories. By Walter Besant 

and James Rice 10 

306 Love for a Day. By Chai-lotte 
M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 

Thorne’’ 10 

313 Lover’s Creed, The. By Mrs. 

Cashel-Hoey 20 

893 Love’s Conflict. By Florence 

Marryat. First half 20 

893 Love’s Conflict. By Florence 

Marryat. Second half 20 

573 Love’s 'Harvest. B. L. Farjeon 20 
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Claribel’s Love Story. By 
Charlotte M. Braeme, author 

of “ Dora Thorne ” 20 

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Collins 10 

757 Love’s Martyr. By Laurence 

Alma Tadema 10 

291 Love’s Warfare. By Charlotte 
M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 

Thorne ’’ 10 

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by Love. By Charlotte M. 
Braeme, author of “ Dora 

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Eric Dering. “ The Duchess ” 10 
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James Pay n 90 

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Adam Graeme of Blossgray, 
including some Chronicles of 
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Duchess” 20 

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Voyage to Cathay. By J. Feu- 

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Bremer 10 

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Blerry. AVm. H. G. Kingston. 20 
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J. S. AVinter. Illustrated 10 

876 Blignon’s Secret. Joliu Strange 

Winter 10 

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Operas. AVritten by W. S. 
Gilbert. Composed by Arthur 

Sullivan 20 

390 Blildred Trevanion. By “ The 

Duchess ” 10 

414 Bliles AA^allingford. (Sequel to 
“ Afloat and Ashore.”) By J. 

Fenimore Cooper 20 

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George Eliot 20 

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Belle of Lynn. By Charlotte 
M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 
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1.57 Milly’s Hero. By F. AA’’. Robinson 20 

182 Millionaire. The 20 

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Oliphant i 30 

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866 Miss Harrington’s Husband ; or. 
Spiders of Society. By Flor- 
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159 Moment of Madness, A. By 

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By William Black 20 

201 IMonasteiy,' The. By Sir Walter 

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119 Jlonica, and A Rose Distill’d. 

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431 Monikins, The. By J. Fenimore 

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166 Moonshine and Marguerites. 

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102 Moonstone, The. Wilkie Collins 20 
303 Moie Bitter than Death. By 
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178 More Leaves from the Journal 
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By Queen Victoria 10 

116 Moths. By “Ouida” 20 

495 Mount Royal. By Miss M. E. 

Braddon 20 

501 Mr. Butler's Ward. By F. Mabel 

Robinson 20 

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675 Mrs. Dymond. By Miss Thacke- 
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950 Mrs. Geoffrey. “The Duchess” 10 
606 Mrs. Hollyer. By Georgiana M. 

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646 Mrs. Keith’s Crime 10 

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256 Mr.’ Smith : A Part of His Life. 

By B. L. Walford 20 

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Helen B. Mathers .... 10 

596 M.y Ducats and I\Iy Daughter. 

B.y the author of “ The Crime 

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848 My Friend Jim. B.v W. E. Norris 10 
405 J\I.y Friends and I. Edited by 

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726 j\Iy Hero. By Mrs. Forrester.. 20 
799 ]My Lady Green Sleeves. By 

Helen B. Mathers 20 

623 My Lady’s Money, By Wilkie 

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Manyat 30 

504 M.y Poor Wife. By the author 

of “ Addie’s Husband ” 10 

43i3 My Sister Kate. By Charlotte 
M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 

Thorne” 10 

861 My Sister the Actress. By Flor- 
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271 Mysteries of Paris, The. Bj’ Eu- 
gene Sue. Parti 20 

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gene Sue. Part II 20 

366 Mysterious Hunter, The; or. 
The Man of Death. By Capt, 

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662 Mysterj- of Allan Grale, The. By 

Isabella Fyvie Mayo 20 

969 Mystery of Colde Fell, The; or. 
Not Proven. By Charlotte M. 
Braeme, author of “ Dora 

Thorne ” 20 

454 M.ystery of Edwin Drood, The. 

By Ciias. Dickens 20 

514 Myster}”^ of Jessy Page, The, 
and Other Tales. By Mrs. 

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Emile Gaboriau 20 

255 Mystery, The. By Mrs. Henrj'^ 

Wood 20 

725 My Ten Years’ Imprisonment. 

By Silvio Pellico 10 

612 My Wife’s Niece. By the author 

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666 My Young Alcides. By Char- 
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574 Nabob, The : A Story of Paris- 
ian Life and Manners. By Al- 
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227 Nancy. B.y Rhoda Broughton . 20 
509 Nell Haffenden. By Tighe Hop- 
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936 Nellie’s Memories. By Rosa 

Nouchette Carey 20 

181 New Abelard, The. By Robert 

Buchanan 10 

856 New Arabian Nights. By Rob- 
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464 Newcomes, The. By William 
Makepeace Thackeray. Part 

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464 Newcomes, The. By William 
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37 Nicholas Nickleby. By Charles 

Dickens. First half 20 

37 Nicholas Nickleby. By Charles 

Dickens. Second half 20 

909 Nine of Hearts, The. By B. L, 

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168 No Thoroughfare. By Dickens 

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215 Not Like Other Girls. By Rosa 

Nouchette Carey 20 

9G9 Not Proven; or, The Mystery 
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765 Not Wisely, But Too AVell. By 

Rhoda Broughton 20 

614 No. 99. By Arthur Griffiths... 10 

766 No. XIII. ; or, 'I'he Story of the 

Lost -Vestal. Emma Marshall 10 
640 Nuttie’s Father. By Charlotte 
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859 Ottilie: An Eighteenth Century 

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838 Ought We to Visit Her? By 


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Dickens. Firs’t half 20 

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870 Out of His Reckoning. By Flor- 
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G. Manville Fenn 20 

238 Pascarel. By “Ouida” 20 


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886 Paston Carew, Millionaire and 
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309 Pathfinder, The. By J. Feni- 


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Lytton, Bart 20 

571 Paul Carew’s Story. By Alice 

Co my ns Carr *. . 10 

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568 Perpetual Curate, The. By Mrs. 

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392 Peveril of the Peak. By Sir 

Walter Scott 20 

326 Phan tastes. A Faerie Romance 
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E. Braddon 20 

845 Philip Earnscliffe ; or. The Mor- 
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336 Philistia. By Cecil Power 20 

669 Philosophy of Whist, The. By 
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850 Playwright’s Daughter, A. By 

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836 Point of Honor, A. By Mrs. An- 
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329 Polish Jew, The. (Translated 
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Oliphant 20 

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624 Primus in Indis. By M. J. Col- 


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656 Prince of Darkness, A. By F. 

Warden 20 

859 Prince of the 100 Soups, The. 

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944 Professor, The. By Charlotte 
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Gaboriau '. 10 

260 Proper Pride. By B. M. Croker 10 
947 Publicans and Sinners; or, Lu- 
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cius Davoren. By Miss M. E. 
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912 Pure Gold. By Mrs. H. Lovett 

Cameron 20 

516 Put Asunder; or. Lady Castle- 
maine’s Divorce. By Char- 
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“Dora Thorne” 20 

487 Put to the Test. Edited by 

Miss M. E. Braddon 20 

214 Put Yourself in His Place. By 

Charles Reade 20 

68 Queen Amongst Women, A. By 
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932 Queenie’s Whim. ByRosaNou- 

chette Carey 20 

591 Queen of Hearts, The. By Wil- 
kie Collins 20 

641 Rabbi’s Spell, The. By Stuart 

C. Cumberland 10 

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lope 20 

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700 Ralph the Heir. By Anthony 

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Trollope. Second half 20 

815 Ralph Wilton’s Weird. Bj’ Mrs. 

Alexander 10 

442 Rauthorpe. By George Henry 

Lewes 20 

780 Rare Pale JIargaret. By the au- 
thor of “ What’s His Offence?” 20 
327 Raymond’s Atonement. (From 
the German of E. Werner.) 

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210 Readiana: Comments on Cur- 
rent Events. By Chas. Reade 10 
768 Red as a Rose is She. ByRhoda 

Broughton 20 

918 Red Band, The. By F. Du Bois- 
gobey. First half 20 

918 Red Band, The. By F. Du Bois- 
gobey. Second half 20 

381 Red Cardinal, The. By Frances 

Elliot 10 

73 Redeemed by Love; or. Love’s 
Victory. 'By Charlotte M. 
Braeme, author of “Dora 

Thorne” 20 

89 Red Eric, The. By R. M. Ballan- 

tyne . 10 

463 Redgauntlet. By Sir Walter 

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580 Red Route, The. By William 

Sime 20 

361 Red Rover, The. A Tale of the 
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427 Remarkable History of Sir 
Thomas Upmore, Bart., M.P., 
The. Formerly known as 
“ Tommy Upmore.” By R. 

D. Blackmore 20 

237 Repented at Leisure. By Char- 
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740 Rhona. By Mrs. Forrester 20 

375 Ride to Khiva, A. By Captain 

Fred Burnaby, of the Royal 

Horse Guards 20 

816 Rogues and Vagabonds. By 
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396 Robert Ord’s Atonement. By 

Rosa Nouchette Carey 20 

190 Romance of a Black Veil. By 
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741 Romance of a Young Girl, The; 

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By Charlotte M. Braeme 20 

66 Romance of a Poor Y oung Man, 
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898 Romeo and Juliet: A Tale of 
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42 Romola. By George Eliot 20 

360 Ropes of Sand. By R. E. Francil- 

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664 Rory O’More. By Samuel Lover 20 
193 Rosar}^ Folk, The. By G. Man- 

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670 Rose and the Ring, The. By 

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180 Round the Galley Fire. By W. 

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566 Royal Highlanders, The; or, 
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736 Roy and Viola. Mrs. Forrester 20 

409 Roy’s Wife. By G. J. Whyte- 

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489 Rupert Godwin. By Miss M. E. 

Braddon 20 

457 Russians at the Gates of Herat, 
The. By Charles Marvin . ... 10 

962 Sabina Zembra. William Black 20 
616 Sacred Nugget, The. By B. L. 
Farjeon 20 


Sailor’s Sweetheart, A. By W. 

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Salem Chapel. By Mrs. Oliphant 20 
Sam’s Sweetheart. By Helen 

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Satanstoe; or. The Littlepage 
Manuscripts. By J. Fenimore 

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Scottish Chiefs, The. By Miss 

Jane Porter. 1st half 20 

Scottish Chiefs, The. By Miss 

Jane Porter. 2d half 20 

Sculptor’s Daughter, The. By 
F. Du Boisgobey. 1st half ... 20 
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F. Du Boisgobey. 2d half 20 

Sea Change, A. By Flora L. 

Shaw 20 

Sealed Lips. F. Du Boisgobey. 20 
Sea Lions, The; or. The Lost 

Sealers. Bj’’ J. F. Cooper 20 

Sea Queen, A. By W. Clark 

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Second Life, A. By Mrs. Alex- 
ander 20 

Second Thoughts. By Rhoda 

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Secret Dispatch, The. By James 

Grant 10 

Secret of Her Life, The. By Ed- 
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Secret of the Cliffs, The. By 
Charlotte French 20 

Self-Doomed. By B. L. Farjeon 10 
“ Self or Bearer.” By Walter 

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Set in Diamonds. By Charlotte 
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Shadow in the Corner, The. By 

Miss M. E. Braddon 10 

Shadow of a Crime, The. By 

Hall Caine 20 

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Shandon Bells. By Wm. Black 20 
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She Loved Him ! By Annie 

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She's All the World to Me. By 

Hall Caine 10 

She Stoops to Conquer, and 
The Good-Natured Man. By 

Oliver Goldsmith 10 

Shirley. By Charlotte BrontA 20 

Signa. By“Ouida” 20 

Silas Marner: The Weaver of 
Raveloe. Bj-^ George Eliot. . . 10 
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Silvermead. By Jean Middle- 
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E15 Sir Jasper’s Tenant. By Miss 

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643 Sketch-book of Geoffrey Cray- 
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4.% Sketches by Boz. Illustrative 
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601 Slings and Arrows, and other 
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author of ‘'Called Back”... 10 
401 Society in London. By a For- 
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605 Society of London, The. By 

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778 Society’s Verdict. By the au- 
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114 Some of Our Girls. By Mrs. C. 

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412 Some One Else. ByB. M.Croker 20 
194 “So Near, and Yet So Farl” 

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880 Sou of His Father, The. By 
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895 Star and a Heart, A. By Flor- 
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802 Stern Chase, A. By Mrs.Cashel- 

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Annie Edwards. 1st half. ... 20 
846 Steven Lawrence. By Mrs. 

Annie Edwards. 2d half 20 

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673 Story of a Sin. By Helen B. 

Mathers 20 

610 Story of Dorothy Grape, The, 
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756 Strange Adventures of Captain 


•angerous, The. By George 

Augustus Sala 20 

686 Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and 
Mr. Hyde. By Robert Louis 

Stevenson 10 

624 Strangers and Pilgrims. By 
Miss M. E. Braddon 20 


Strange Story, A. By Sir B. 

Bulwer Lytton 20 

Strange Voyage, A, By W. 

Clark Russell 20 

Strange World, A. By Miss M. 

E. Braddon 20 

St. Ronan’s Well. B}^ Sir Walter 

Scott 20 

Struck Down. By Hawley Smart 10 
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lotte M. Braeme, author of 

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Struggle for Fame, A. By Mrs. 

J. H. Riddell 20 

Struggle for Love, A; or. For 
Another’s Sin. By Charlotte 
M. Braeme, author of “ Dora 

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Struggle for the Right, A; or. 

Tracking the Truth 20 

Sun-Maid, The. By Miss Grant 20 
Sunrise : A Story of These Times 

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Sunshine and Roses ; or, Diana’s 
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Braeme, author of “Dora 

Thorne” 10 

Surgeon’s Daughters, The, by 
Mrs. Henry Wood. A Man of 
His Word, by W. E. Norris... 10 


Surgeon’s Daughter, The. By 

Sir Walter Scott 10 

Susan Fielding. Bj' Mrs. Annie 

Edwards 20 

Sweet Cymbeline. By Char- 
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Sweet is True Love. By “ The 

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Sworn to Silence; or. Aline 
Rodney’s Secret. By Mrs. 
Alex. McVeigh Miller 20 


Taken at the Flood. By Miss 

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Tale of the Shore and Ocean, A. 

By William H. G. Kingston.. 20 
Tale of Two Cities, A. By 

Charles Dickens 20 

Talk of the Towm, The. By 

James Payn 20 

Terrible Temptation, A. By 

Chas. Reade 20 

Thaddeus of Warsaw. By Miss 

Jane Porter 20 

That Beautiful Wretch. By 

William Black 20 

“That Last Rehearsal,” and 
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That Other Person. By Mrs. 

Alfred Hunt 20 

That Terrible Man. By W. E. 

Norris 10 

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775 Three Clerks, The. By Anthony 

Trollope 20 

124 Three Feathers. By 'Wni. Black 20 
55 Three Guardsmen, The. By 

Alexander Dumas 20 

J82 Three Sisters; or. Sketches of 
a Highly Original Family. 

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789 Through the Looking-Glass, 
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illustrations by John Tenniel. 20 


471 Thrown on the World. Bj'^ Char- 
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8^13 Ticket No. “9672.” By Jules 

Verne. First half 10 

8aS Ticket No. “ 9672.” By Jules , 

Verne. Second half 10 

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485 Tinted Vapours. By J. Slaclaren 

Cobban 10 

503 Tinted Venus, The. By F. Anstey 10 
120 Tom Browm’s School Days at 
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Charles Lever. Second half. 20 
557 To the Bitter End. By Miss M. 

E. Braddon 20 

879 Touchstone of Peril, The. By 

R. E. Forrest 20 

888 Treasure Island. Robert Louis 

Stevenson 10 

853 True Magdalen, A. By Char- 
lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“ Dora Thorne ” 20 

945 Trumpet-Major, The. Thomas 

Hardy 20 

346 Tumbledown Farm. By Alan 

Muir ’ 10 

100 20,000 Leagues Under the Seas. 

By Jules Verne 20 

75 Tw'enty Years After. By Alex- 
ander Dumas 20 

714 ’Twixt Love and Duty. By 

Tighe Hopkins 20 

924 ’Twixt Smile and Tear. Char- 
lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“ Dora Thome ” 20 

349 Tw^o Admirals, The. A Tale of 
the Sea. By J. Fenimore 

Cooper 20 

307 Two Kisses. By Charlotte M. 
Braeme, author of “ Dora 

Thorne” 10 

784 Two Miss Flemings, The. By au- 
thor of “ What's His Offence?” 20 
242 Two Orphans, The. By D’En- 

nery 10 

563 Two Sides of the Shield, The. 

By Charlotte M. Yonge 20 


311 Two Years Before the Mast. 

By R. H. Dana, Jr 20 

407 Tylhey Hall. By Thomas Hood 20 

862 Ugly Barrington. By “ The 

Duchess.” 10 

137 Uncle Jack. By Walter Besant 10 
641 Uncle Jack. By Walter Besant 10 
930 Uncle Max. By RosaNouchette 

Carey 20 

152 Uncommercial Traveler, The. 

By Charles Dickens 20 

174 Under a Ban. By Mrs. Lodge. 20 
460 Under a Shadow. By Char- 
lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“ Dora Thorne ” 20 

852 Under Fire Lakes; or. The 
Cruise of the “ Destroj'er.” 

By M. Quad 20 

276 Under the Lilies and Roses. 

By Floi'ence Marryat (Mrs. 

Francis Lean) 10 

110 Under the Red Flag. By Miss 

M. E. Braddon 10 

4 Under Two Flags. By“Ouida” 20 
340 Under WTiich King? By Comp- 
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718 Unfairly AVon. By Mrs. Power 

O’Donoghue 20 

634 Unforeseen, The. By Alice 

O’Hanlon 20 

508 Unholy AVish, The. By Mrs. 

Henry AA'^ood 10 

735 Until the Day Breaks. By 

Emily Spender 20 

654 “ Us.” An Old-fashioned Story. 

By Mrs. Moles worth 10 


837 A’^agabond Heroine, A. By Mrs. 

Annie Edwards 10 

482 Vagrant AV'ife, A. By F. AA’^arden 20 
691 Valentine Strange. By David 

Christie Murray 20 

189 A’^alerie’s Fate. By Mrs. Alex- 


27 Vanity Fair. By AVilliam M. 

Thackeray 20 

426 Venus’s Doves. By Ida Ash- 
worth Taylor 20 

891 Vera Nevill; or. Poor AVisdom’s 
Chance. By Mrs. H. Lovett 

Cameron 20 

46 Very Hard Cash. By Charles 

Reade 20 

59 Vice V^ersa. By F. Anstey 20 

716 Victor and A’anquished. By 

Mary Cecil Hay 20 

583 Victory Deane. By Cecil Griffith 20 
545 Vida's Story. By author of 

“Guilty AA’^ithout Crime” 10 

734 Viva. By Mrs. Forrester 20 

793 Vivian Grey. By the Rt. Hon. 
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777 Voyages and Travels of Sir 
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884 Voyage to the Cape, A. By W. 
Clark Russell 


659 Waif of the “ Cynthia,” The. 

By Jules Verne 

9 Wanda, Countess von Szalras. 

By ” Ouida ” 

270 Wandering Jew, The. By Eu- 
gene Sue. Part 1 

270 Wandering Jew, The. By Eu- 
gene Sue. Part II 

621 Warden, The. By Anthony 

Trollope 

26G Water-Babies, The. A Fairy 
Tale for a Land-Bab 3 ^ By the 

Rev. Cliarles Kingsley 

512 Waters of Hercules, The 

112 Waters of Marah, The, By John 

Hill 

359 Water-Witch, The. By J. Feni- 

more Cooper 

401 AVaverley. By Sir AValter Scott 
195 “ Way of the World, The.” By 

David Christie Murray 

415 AVays of the Hour, The. By J. 

Fenimore Cooper 

344 “AVearing of the Green, The.” 

By Basil 

943 Weavers and AVeft; or; '‘Love 
That Hath Us in His Net.” 

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961 Wee AA^ifie. By Rosa Nouchette 

Care}" 

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Ducli 0 ss 

458 AA’eek of Passion, A; or. The 
Dilemma of Mr. George Bar- 
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Jenkins 

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lotte M. Braeme, author of 

“ Dora Thorne ” 

628 AVedded Hands. By the author 

of “ My Lady’s Folly ” 

400 Wept of AVish-Ton-AVish, The. 

By J. Fenimore Cooper 

637 What’s His Offence? By author 
of “ The Two Miss Flemings ” 
722 AVhat’s Mine’s Mine. By George 

Macdonald 

679 AVhere Two AA^aj-s Meet. By 

Sarah Doudney 

220 AVhich Loved Him Best? By 
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of “Dora Thorne ” 

286 AVhich Shall It Be? By Sirs. 

627 AVhite Heather, By Wm. Black 
70 AA’hite AAbngs: A Yachting Ro- 
mance. Bj" AAHlliam Black . . 
<T35 AVhite AVitch, The. A Novel. . . 
'.39 AVhy Not? Florence Marry at. . 
840 AVicked Girl, A. Mary Cecil Hay 


38 AAbdow Lerouge, The. By Emile 

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76 AA'ife in Name Only; or, A Bro- 
ken Heart, By Charlotte M. 
Braeme, author of “ Dora 

Thorne ” 20 

254 AA’ife’s Secret, The, and Fair but 
False. Charlotte SI. Braeme, 
author of “ Dora Thorne ”... 10 
323 AVillful Slaid, A. By Charlotte 
SI. Braeme, author of ” Dora 

Thorne” 20 

908 AA’illful Young AA’'oman, A 20 

761 AA’^ill Weathei'helm. By AATlliam 

H. G. Kingston 20 

373 AVing-and-AAbng, By J. Feni- 
more Cooper 20 

163 AVinif red Power. By Joyce Dar- 
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472 Wise AVomen of Inverness, 

The. Bj" AA'in. Black 10 

134 AATtching Hour, The, and Other 
Stories. By ” The Duchess ”. 10 
432 AA’^itch’s Head, The. Bj" H. 

Rider Haggard 20 

872 AATth Cupid’s Eyes. Bj" Flor- 
ence Slarryat 20 

20 Within an inch of His Life. 

B.y Emile Gaboriau 20 

358 AA^itliin the Clasp. By J. Ber- 
wick Harwood 20 

809 AVitness Sly Hand. By the au- 
thor of Lady Gwendolen’s 

Tryst ” 10 

957 AA’^oodlanders, The. By Thomas 

Hardy 20 

98 Woman-Hater, A. By" Chai'les 

Reade 20 

705 AA^oman I Loved, The, and the 
AVoinan AA’ho Loved Sle. By 
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